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PREFACE. 


The  use  of  metrical  Psalms  and  Hymns  in  the 
English  tongue  is  as  ancient  as  the  English  Book 
of  Common  Prayer.  At  the  publication  of  the 
Ordinal,  in  1552,  one  ancient  Hymn,  the  Veni  Crea- 
tor SpirituSj  in  the  longer  of  the  two  forms  which 
are  now  found  in  those  offices,  was  incorporated 
into  the  ritual  itself.  To  the  version  of  the  Psalms 
by  Sternhold  and  Hopkins  were  also  appended  cer- 
tain paraphrases  and  other  devout  verses ;  embracing 
the  Lord's  Prayer ;  the  Ten  Commandments  ;  the 
Apostles'  and  Athanasian  Creeds  ;  the  Te  Deitm; 
the  Hymns  from  Scripture  included  in  the  Morning 
and  Evening  Prayers ;  and,  with  a  few  other  lines, 
the  Humble  Suit,  the  Lament  and  the  Complaint 
of  a  Sinner,  three  several  forms  of  confession. 
These  were  probably  from  the  same  hands  with 
those  metrical  Psalms,  and  bear  date  from  the  reign 
of  Edward  the  Sixth. 

(iii) 


IV  P  ft  E  F  A  C  E  . 

Without  other  metrical  voice,  however,  the  public 
worship  of  the  Church  remained  through  a  century 
which  shines  with  names  of  poetic  and  Christian 
glory.  While  the  old  Latin  Hymns  were  sung  in 
the  communion  of  the  Church  of  Rome  ;  while 
those  of  the  followers  of  Huss  had  not  died  away ; 
while  millions  of  tongues  echoed  and  re-echoed  the 
songs  of  Luther  and  of  his  successors  in  Germany 
and  Sweden  ;  the  Church  of  England,  in  this  re- 
sembling rather  the  Calvinist  communions  of  Scot- 
land, France,  and  Switzerland,  held  itself  almost 
exclusively  within  the  limit  of  versified  portions  of 
the  sacred  Scriptures.  Content  with  the  inheritance 
of  its  majestic  liturgy,  it  loosened  its  hold  on  the 
sacred  psalmody  of  the  earlier  Christian  ages,  and 
made  no  effort  to  enrich  itself  with  new  offering^ 
from  Spencer  or  Quarles,  from  Herbert  or  Donne, 
from  Bishop  Hall  or  Bishop  King.  The  early  Non- 
conformists, too,  attempted  no  more. 

At  the  revision  of  the  Prayer-book  in  1662,  an- 
other version  of  the  Veni  Creator  was  added,  and 
placed,  as  now,  first  in  order.  Small  as  was  the 
step,  it  seems  to  have  originated  with  a  rising  taste 
for  the  union  of  sacred  words  with  flowing  numbers 
in  the  offices  of  worship.  The  next  step  was  the 
permission,  in  1696,  soon  after  the  next  revision  or 


PREFACE.  V 

attempt  at  revision,  to  sing  the  smoother  Psalms 
of  Tate  and  Brady  ;  of  which  Bishop  Compton,  of 
London,  in  recommending  them  to  his  Diocese, 
speaks  as  "  a  work  done  with  so  much  judgment 
and  ingenuity,  that  he  is  persuaded  it  may  take  off 
that  unhappy  objection  which  has  hitherto  lain 
against  the  singing  Psalms  ;  and  dispose  that  part 
of  divine  service  to  much  more  devotion."  It  would 
seem  that  with  this  version,  or  about  the  same  time, 
must  have  come  in  some  more  pleasing  paraphrases 
of  the  other  versified  parts  of  Scripture  and  of  the 
Te  Deum,  which  were  appended  to  later  editions 
of  the  Prayer-book  ;  including  our  first  hymn  for 
Christmas,  the  first  and  third  for  Easter,  the  first 
for  Whitsunday,  and  the  first  for  the  Holy  Com- 
munion. 

In  the  meantime  the  scattered  effusions  of  Cra- 
shaw,  Quarles,  Herbert,  Milton,  Baxter,  Bishop 
Taylor,  and  at  length  of  Bishop  Ken,  had  continued 
the  impulse  to  the  utterance  of  devotion  in  sacred 
verse,  till  it  found,  in  the  peculiar  facility  and  the 
pious  fervour  of  Watts,  a  most  fitting  instrument. 
His  first  book  of  Hymns  was  published  in  1T09, 
exhibiting  at  once  a  wonderful  ripeness  in  his  divine 
art.  Within  three  years  after,  the  few  but  exquisite 
Hymns  of  Addison  appeared.  Those  of  Doddridge 
1* 


yi  PREFACE. 

and  of  Charles  Wesley  followed  in  the  next  genera- 
tion ;  and  still  a  generation  later,  those  of  Cowper, 
Newton,  and  Toplady. 

From  amongst  all  these  a  very  few,  and  not 
always  the  same,  found  their  way,  we  scarcely  know 
how,  between  the  covers  of  the  Prayer-book.  Such 
were  the  Hymns  of  Addison,  the  Morning  and 
Evening  Hymns  of  Bishop  Ken,  the  Communion 
Hymn  of  Doddridge,  and  the  Christmas  Hymn  of 
Wesley.  They  must  have  been  already  used  in 
parish  churches ;  and  usage,  not  authority,  gave 
them  their  place  with  the  Psalms.  Although  in 
most  churches  and  on  most  occasions  no  Hymn  may 
have  been  sung,  it  became  established  that  this  part 
of  the  public  services  was  governed,  not  by  the 
rule  which  prescribed  the  liturgy,  but  by  that  which 
left  the  sermon  and  its  appendages  to  the  direction 
of  the  minister.  Many  and  various,  therefore,  have 
been  the  collections  of  Hymns  which  have  now  been 
published  for  parochial  use  in  England. 

When  the  American  Prayer-book  was  set  forth 
in  1189,  a  selection  of  twenty-seven  Hymns  received 
the  same  authoritative  sanction  with  the  metrical 
version  of  the  Psalms.  It  is  not  obvious  on  what 
grounds  exactly  these  twenty-seven  were  selected. 
Besides  five  of  those  paraphrases,  which  seem  to 


PREFACE.  Vll 

have  proceeded  from  Tate  or  Patrick,  and  five 
Hymns  of  uncertain  origin,  there  were  five  of  Ad- 
dison, six  of  Watts,  four  of  Doddridge,  and  two 
were  ascribed  to  the  Wesley  family. 

So  small  was  this  supply,  and  from  resources  so 
limited,  that  it  could  not  suffice  after  any  consider- 
able impulse  should  have  been  given  to  the  growth 
of  our  communion.  It  did  suffice,  however,  for 
almost  twenty  years  ;  and  then,  the  General  Con- 
vention of  1808,  on  an  application  from  the  Diocese 
of  Maryland,  determined  to  add  the  definite  number 
of  thirty  more.  That  number  was  accordingly 
made  up  ;  ten  from  Watts  ;  ten  from  Mrs.  Steele  ; 
three  from  Doddridge  ;  two  from  Charles  Wesley  ; 
with  the  strangely  overlooked  Morning  and  Evening 
Hymns  of  Bishop  Ken  ;  and  with  one  by  Beddome, 
and  two  of  uncertain  authorship. 

The  acknowledged  want  was  hardly  to  be  thus 
satisfied.  These  fifty-seven  Hymns  were  not  indis- 
putably superior  to  all  others ;  Logan,  Cowper, 
Newton,  Toplady,  the  Moravian  Hymns,  had  been 
all  passed  by  ;  the  mass  of  Wesleyan  sacred  poetry 
had  been  scarcely  consulted  ;  the  Church  stood  at 
disadvantage  in  comparison  with  the  treasures  which 
were  unlocked  to  others ;  and  every  year,  writers 
who  shrunk  not  from  the  judgment  of  the  severest 


Vlll  PREFACE. 

taste,  such  as  Heber,  Montgomery,  Bowdler,  and 
Grant,  increased  the  neglected  wealth.  There  was 
a  wide-spread  desire  to  use  these  treasures ;  and  it 
went  on  and  grew,  till  the  General  Convention  of 
1823,  fifteen  years  after  the  last  addition,  were  in- 
duced to  refer  the  whole  subject  to  a  large  Com- 
mittee. That  Committee  made  its  report  to  the 
Convention  of  1826  ;  and  the  report  embodied  the 
existing  collection  of  two  hundred  and  twelve 
Hymns,  of  which  only  fifty-five  had  been  in  use 
before  ;  two  being  stricken  out,  undoubtedly  for 
doctrinal  reasons. 

Of  the  one  hundred  and  fifty-seven  Hymns  which 
were  thus  added  in  1826,  sixteen  were  the  compo- 
sition of  Watts ;  twelve  of  Mrs.  Steele  ;  eleven  of 
Doddridge ;  eleven  of  Charles  Wesley ;  ten  of 
Logan  ;  ten  of  Montgomery  ;  nine  of  Newton  ; 
five  of  Cowper  ;  three  of  Toplady  ;  two  of  Pope  ; 
two  of  Samuel  Wesley ;  two  of  Ogilvie ;  two  of 
Robinson  ;  two  of  Stennett ;  two  of  Beddome  ; 
two  of  Mrs.  Barbauld  ;  two  of  Bishop  Heber ; 
two  of  Sir  Robert  Grant ;  twenty-two  of  writers, 
each  of  whom  contributed  but  one ;  and  eleven 
of  authors  whom  it  is  difficult  to  trace.  Nineteen 
Hymns,  also,  were  furnished  by  members  of  our  own 
church  ;  nine  of  them  by  Bishop  Onderdonk  of 


PREFACE.  IX 

Pennsylvania  ;  five  by  Dr.  Muhlenberg  ;  three  by 
Bishop  Doane  ;  one  by  Mr.  Eastburn,  and  one  by 
Mr.  Key. 

This  complete  collection  of  two  hundred  and 
twelve  Hymns  was  declared,  by  a  formal  vote  of 
the  Convention,  to  be  "no  part  of  the  Book  of 
Common  Prayer  ;M  but  was  "  set  forth  and  allowed 
to  be  sung  in  all  the  congregations  of  the  Church." 
In  the  limitation  suggested  by  this  express  permis- 
sion, the  Church  has  practically  acquiesced  ;  and 
perhaps  it  would  be  unprofitable  to  discuss  or  decide 
whether  the  liberty  which  existed  before  such  a  per- 
mission has  been  absolutely  relinquished.  Should 
the  want  of  a  more  copious  treasury  of  sacred  songs 
be  seriously  felt  in  our  public  worship  ;  should  there 
be  new  Asaphs,  of  whose  psalmody  we  could  not 
bear  to  be  deprived ;  or  should  increased  acquaint- 
ance with  the  Hymnals  of  the  early  Church,  or  of 
the  mediaeval  times,  or  of  other  languages  or  other 
communions  in  our  own  days,  disclose  gems  which 
it  would  be  almost  ungrateful  to  the  Giver  of  all 
good  gifts  to  disregard  ;  our  ecclesiastical  councils, 
representing  the  doctrine  of  the  Church,  and  guided 
by  wisdom  from  above,  will  know  how  to  fulfil  their 
holy  trust. 

But  no  deference  for  authoritv  need  restrain  from 


X  PREFACE. 

the  compilation  of  more  extensive  selections,  which 
may  provide  material  for  assistance  in  any  such  re- 
vision should  it  be  held  expedient ;  and  till  then 
may  be  welcomed  in  the  chamber,  the  family,  or  the 
circle  of  Christian  friends.  It  would  be  impossible, 
were  it  desirable,  to  forbid  access  to  the  many  col- 
lections which  have  proceeded  from  such  different 
sources.  Two  hundred  Hymns,  even  were  they 
without  exception  the  best  in  our  language,  would 
not  be  all  which  ought  to  be  read  and  sung ;  while 
several  of  the  most  respectable  collections  contain 
more  than  a  thousand.  Since  1826  several  eminent 
writers  of  sacred  poetry  have  arisen  ;  and  the  pro- 
ductions of  others  have  sunk  much  more  deeply 
than  before  into  Christian  hearts.  Many  of  the  old 
Greek  and  Latin  Hymns  have  been  clothed  in  the 
garb  of  English  verse,  more  or  less  flowing  and 
felicitous.  By  skilful  hands,  too,  the  storehouse 
of  the  German  wealth  in  this  department  of  eccle- 
siastical literature  has  been  opened.  From  each 
of  these  sources  familiar  lines  are  already  amongst 
the  endeared  household  words  of  our  communion. 
A  collection,  therefore,  like  that  which  is  here 
offered,  cannot  be  believed  to  be  quite  unsuitable 
or  unacceptable.  It  takes  the  form  of  a  supple- 
ment to  the  collection  authorized  by  the  Convention 


P  HE  FACE.  XI 

of  1826  ;  is  arranged  under  the  same  order;  con- 
tains none  of  the  same  Hymns  ;  and,  with  that  col- 
lection, should  comprise  whatever  the  general 
wishes  of  pious  members  of  our  Church  might  con- 
cur in  desiring.  It  adds  forty-two  more  of  the 
Psalms  and  Hymns  of  Watts  to  the  thirty-two 
which  are  already  used.  Forty-two  of  the  most 
glowing  in  the  volume  are  taken  from  Wesley,  in 
addition  to  the  small  number  of  the  previous  fifteen. 
The  eighteen  from  Doddridge,  which  are  now  sung, 
receive  here  an  accession  of  sixteen.  From  New- 
ton we  had  ten,  and  here  have  fourteen  more  ;  from 
Cowper  we  had  five,  and  here  have  twelve  besides  ; 
from  Logan  we  had  ten,  and  here  have  four  in  ad- 
dition ;  and  four  are  also  added  to  the  former  three 
from  Toplady ;  and  four  to  the  twenty-two  from 
Mrs.  Steele.  These,  with  a  few  others  of  Stern- 
hold,  Milton,  Herbert,  Baxter,  Merrick,  Cotton, 
Beddome,  Cennick,  Hart,  Gibbons,  Gisborne, 
Davies,  Barbauld,  Hawkesworth,  Kennett,  of  each 
but  one  or  two,  are  fruits  gathered,  not  gleaned, 
from  fields  which  had  been  traversed  but  scarcely 
reaped  before.  The  religious  writings  of  Mont- 
gomery were  then  but  partially  published ;  in  their 
complete  form  they  have  yielded,  besides  the  ten 
Hymns  then  adopted,  not  less  than  thirty-two  ;  and 


Xll  PREFACE. 

in  the  same  manner  twelve,  besides  the  previous 
two,  have  been  taken  from  the  series,  then  too  little 
known,  of  Bishop  Heber.  Four  from  Milman,  and 
two  more  from  Grant  might  also  have  escaped 
attention  at  that  time,  though  already  public.  Eight 
extracted  from  the  sacred  poetry  of  Keble  ;  nine 
from  that  of  Lyte  ;  five  from  that  of  our  own  Cros- 
well ;  three  from  Brydges,  a  glowing  writer  of  the 
Romish  communion  ;  six  from  Kelly ;  three  from 
Bonar  ;  three  from  Conder  ;  three  from  Edmeston  ; 
two  from  Bishop  Doane  ;  two  from  Baptist  Noel ; 
one  from  Bowring ;  many  bearing  names  less  known ; 
and  almost  all  of  more  than  fifty  which  are  anony- 
mous, could  probably  never  have  come  under  notice 
if  they  even  existed  thirty  years  since.  Five  simple 
Moravian  Hymns  are  drawn  from  sources  which 
certainly  were  not  then  consulted.  Forty  transla- 
tions of  Latin  Hymns  are  almost  all  of  recent 
publication.  Sixteen  from  the  German  are  equally 
recent.  Thus  is  the  present  collection  made  up  ; 
and  such  are  its  relations  to  that  which  forms  our 
established  Book  of  Hymns. 

The  principles  and  grounds  of  selection  could  be 
no  other  than  scriptural  truth,  devout  feeling,  eccle- 
siastical solemnity,  poetic  beauty,  popular  estima- 
tion, and  adaptation  to  musical  harmony.     It  is  a 


PREFACE.  Xlll 

necessity,  of  course,  that  there  should  be  frequent 
curtailments.  In  the  delicate  task  of  change  for 
the  sake  of  emendation,  little  has  been  attempted 
beyond  a  compliance  with  the  rules  of  rhyme, 
rhythm,  and  grammatical,  rhetorical,  and  doctrinal 
correctness.  The  original  text  has  been  followed, 
wherever  a  deviation  was  not  more  than  justified. 
But  a  Hymn  for  the  use  of  the  Church  of  Christ  is 
not  a  literary  production,  in  which  the  reputation 
of  the  author  is  to  be  chiefly  regarded. 

The  work  of  preparing  a  volume  like  this  must 
needs  be  delightful,  but  also  not  a  little  laborious. 
Many  hours  of  solitary  study,  and  not  a  few  days 
of  protracted  conference,  have  been  given  to  results 
which  will  only  be  apparent,  if  at  all,  in  the  absence 
of  certain  faults  and  blemishes.  The  greatness  of 
the  end,  if  it  could  indeed  be  reached,  was  almost 
beyond  exaggeration  ;  to  furnish  harmonious  words 
to  the  devotion  of  hearts  united  in  the  communion 
of  the  saints.  For  this  it  was  necessary  that  per- 
sonal preferences  should  be  yielded ;  that  earthly 
divisions  should  be  forgotten ;  and  that  those  strains 
should  command  the  ear  and  heart,  which  in  every 
part  of  our  land,  in  every  congregation  of  our 
Church,  in  every  order  of  minds  to  which  the  faith 
once  delivered  to  the  saints  is  dear,  might  be 
2 


XIV  PREFACE. 

the  chosen  utterance  of  humble  and  intelligent 
piety. 

It  cannot  be  too  much  to  hope  and  believe,  that 
a  collection  so  large  as  this,  and  made  on  these 
principles,  must,  together  with  the  Prayer-book  col- 
lection, embrace  almost  all  the  choicest  metrical 
Hymns  in  our  language.  Some  may  have  been 
included,  which  the  judgment  of  other  compilers 
would  have  rejected ;  but  it  is  scarcely  possible 
that  many  should  be  absent  which  would  have  been 
secure  of  general  approval. 

The  persons  who  have  undertaken  the  labour 
involved  in  the  preparation  of  this  book,  and  who 
must  be  responsible  for  the  execution,  are  the  Right 
Rev.  Bishop  Burgess,  of  Maine  ;  the  Rev.  Dr. 
Muhlenberg,  of  New  York ;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Howe, 
of  Pennsylvania  ;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Coxe,  of  Mary- 
land ;  and  Professor  Wharton,  of  Kenyon  College. 
They  have  been  materially  aided  by  the  counsel  and 
help  of  the  Right  Rev.  Bishops  Potter  and  Bow- 
man, of  Pennsylvania,  the  Rev.  Dr.  Andrews,  of  Vir- 
ginia, and  the  Rev.  John  F.  Young,  of  New  York. 

The  book  is  now  commended  to  the  blessing  of 
God,  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Holy  Ghost  ; 
whose  praises  it  would  utter  in  every  line. 

May,  1860. 


THE 
HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

HYMN  1.  L.  M. 

rpHE  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord ; 
X    In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
i>i  t  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Thy  Name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  Thy  power  confess  ; 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Thy  noblest  wonders   here  we  view 

In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  our  sins,  our  souls  renew, 
And  make  Thy  word  our  guide  to  heaven 

(15) 


10  THE     HOLY     SCltlPTUIlKS. 


HYMN  2.  L.  M, 

THE  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 
Yet  shine  not  to  Thy  praise,  0  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  Thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  Thee. 

3  Almighty  Lord  !  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky  : 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  pass'd  away. 

HYMN  3.  C.  M. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  ! 
Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 


THE     HOLY     SCRIPTURES.  17 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


HYMN  4.  II.  4. 

ISRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  Gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour  pass. 

The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 

Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 
And  once  applied  with  power, 

Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 

To  make  the  sinner's  peace  with  God. 

The  scapegoat  on  his  head 
The  people's  trespass  bore, 

And,  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more  ; 

In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 

"Behold  !  I  bear  your  sins  away." 


18  THE     HOLY     SCRIPTURES. 

4  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 

The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type  well  understood, 

Expressed  the  sinner's  plea, 
Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarged, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged. 

5  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  Thy  grace, 

The  same  in  every  age  ! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsafed  to  me  ! 

HYMN  5.  C.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
Let  us  Thine  influence  prove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire  ; 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  Thee 

The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  : 
Unlock  the  truth,  Thyself  the  key ; 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  Thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  dis order 'd  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know 

If  Thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 


CREATION.  19 


HYMN  6.  C.  M. 

\  GLORY  in  the  Word  we  find, 
j_X  When  grace  restores  our  sight; 
But  sin  has  darkened  all  the  mind, 
And  veiFd  the  heavenly  light. 


2  When  God  the  Spirit  clears  our  view, 
How  bright  the  doctrines  shine  ! 
Their  holy  fruits  and  sweetness  show 
The  Author  is  divine. 


3  How  blest  are  we  with  open  face 

To  view  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  ail  thine  image  here  to  trace 
Reflected  in  thy  word  ! 

4  0,  teach  us,  as  we  look,  to  grow 

In  holiness  and  love, 
That  we  may  long  to  see  and  know 
Thy  glorious  face  above. 


CREATION. 
HYMN  7.  HI.  1. 

HERALDS  of  creation  !  cry- 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high  ! 
Heaven  and  earth !  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 


20  CREATION. 

2  For  He  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light : 

He  commanded,  —  Nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  His  word. 

3  Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love ; 

Sun  and  moon  !  your  voices  raise, 
Sing,  ye  stars  !  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth  !  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow, 
Lightning,  vapour,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow  !  His  will  perform. 

5  Tales  and  mountains  !  burst  in  song  ; 
Rivers  !  roll  his  praise  along ; 

Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees  !  and  hail 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

6  Birds  !  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  His  Temple  door; 
Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks  ! 

7  Kings  !  your  Sovereign  serve  with  awe  ; 
Judges  !   own  His  righteous  law ; 
Princes  !  worship  Him  with  fear ; 
Bow  the  knee,  all  people  !  here. 

8  Let  His  truth  by  babes  be  told, 
And  His  wonders  by  the  old  ; 
Youths  and  maidens  !  in  your  prime, 
Learn  the  lays  of  heaven  betime. 


CREATION.  21 

High  above  all  height  His  throne, 
Excellent  His  name  alone  ; 
Him  let  all  His  works  confess, 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 


HYMX  8.  HI.  L 

LET  ns  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  ; 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
Let  us  sound  His  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  He  is  the  God, 
Who  by  wisdom  did  create 
Heaven's  expanse  and  all  its  state ; 

2  Solid  earth  He  did  ordain 
How  to  rise  above  the  main  ; 
And,  by  His  commanding  might, 
FilPd  the  new-made  earth  with  light ; 
Caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 

All  the  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night, 
'Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

3  All  His  creatures  God  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  ; 
Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 

His  high  majesty  and  worth. 
He   His  mansion  hath  on  high, 
Past  the  reach  of  mortal  eye  ; 
And  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


22  CREATION. 


HYMN  9.  C.  M. 

ONE  Name  above  all  glorious  names, 
With  its  ten  thousand  tongues 
The  everlasting  sea  proclaims, 
Echoing  angelic  songs. 

2  The  raging  fire,  the  roaring  wind, 

His  boundless  power  display  : 
But  in  the  gentler  breeze  we  find 
The  Spirit's  viewless  way. 

3  Two  worlds  are  ours  :  'tis  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 
Plain  as  the  sea  and  sky. 

4  Thou,  who  hast  giv'n  me  eyes  to  see, 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 
And  read  Thee  everywhere. 


HYMN  10.  C.  M. 

I  SING  the  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise ; 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day : 

The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 


CREATION.  23 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  with  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  Thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
Though  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  skies ! 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 

But  makes  Thy  glories  known ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 

Are  subject  to  Thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 

7  In  heaven  are  seen  His  beams  of  love, 

His  wrath  in  hell  beneath  ; 
'Tis  on  His  earth  I  stand  or  move, 
And  'tis  His  air  I  breathe. 

8  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 

He  keeps  me  with  His  eye  : 
Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 


24  PROVIDENCE. 


PROVIDENCE. 

HYMN  11.  C.  M. 

ANGELS,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
Our  steps,  whate'er  betide  ; 
With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

2  Myriads  of  bright  cherubic  bands, 

Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 
Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 

3  Jehovah's  charioteers  surround  ; 

The  ministerial  choir 
Encamp,  where'er  His  heirs  are  found, 
And  form  our  wall  of  fire. 

4  Ten  thousand  offices  unseen 

For  us  they  gladly  do, 
Deliver  in  the  furnace  keen, 
And  safe  escort  us  through. 

5  And  thronging  round,  with  steadfast  love, 

They  guard  the  dying  breast, 

The  lurking  fiend  far  off  remove, 

And  soothe  our  souls  to  rest. 

6  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign, 

On  outstretch'd  wings  they  bear, 
And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  Divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 


PROVIDENCE.  25 


HYMN  12.  C.  M. 

IX  Thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am  ; 
Thou  numberest  all  my  days  : 
As  Thou  renew'st  my  being,  Lord, 
Let  me  renew  Thy  praise. 

2  From  Thee  I  am,  through  Thee  I  am, 

And  for  Thee  I  must  be; 

'Twere  better  for  me  not  to  live, 

Than  not  to  live  to  Thee. 

3  Naked  I  came  into  this  world, 

And  nothing  with  me  brought, 
And  nothing  have  I  here  deserved, 
Yet  have  I  wanted  nought. 

4  I  do  not  bless  my  labouring  hand, 

My  labouring  head,  or  chance  ; 
Thy  Providence,  most  gracious  God, 
Is  my  inheritance. 

5  The  daily  favours  of  Thy  love 

I  cannot  sing  at  large  ; 
Yet  humbly  may  I  make  this  boast, 
I  am  the  Almighty's  charge. 

G  Lord,  in  the  day  Thou  art  about 
The  paths  wherein  I  tread, 
And  in  the  night,  when  I  lie  down, 
Thou  art  about  my  bed. 

T  0  let  my  house  a  temple  be, 

That  I  and  mine  may  sing 

Hosannas  to  our  loving  God, 

Our  Father,  and  our  King. 

3 


26  11  E  D  E  M  PTION. 


HYMN  13.  II.  5. 

CHILDREN  of  God  lack  nothing, 
His  promise  bears  them  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  His  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens, 
Will  give  His  children  bread. 

Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear  ; 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there : 
Yet,  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


REDEMPTION. 
HYMN  14.  II.  4. 


B1 


)  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  : 
The  gladly-solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


REDEMPTION.  2T 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


28  REDEMPTION. 


HYMN  15.  C  M. 

PLTJNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
One  spark  of  glinim'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  oh  !  amazing  love, 
He  flew  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  He  sped ; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak ! 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
Yet,  though  ye  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  16.  II.  4. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
Or  angels  ever  bore  ; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 


REDEMPTION.  29 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  Thy  name  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came, 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  our  Great  High  Priest, 

Offer'd  his  blood  and  died  ; 
Our  guilty  conscience  seeks 
Xo  sacrifice  beside  : 
Thy  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  0  thou  Almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror  and  our  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing  : 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold  we  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  Thy  feet. 


HYMX  17.  S.  M. 

NO  blood  of  bird  or  beast, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  rest, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  the  v. 
3* 


80  REDEMPTION. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burden  Thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree, 
And  reads  her  pardon  there. 

5.  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 


HYMN  18.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

o  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 


REDEMPTION.  31 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 


5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


o 


HYMX  19.  C.  M. 

FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 


2  My  gracious   Master,  and  my  God 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
And  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honours  of  Thy  Xame. 


3  Jesus  !  the  Xame  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
?Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 


4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail 'd  for  me. 


82  REDEMPTION. 

5  He  speaks  —  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

HYMN  20.  P.  M. 

HE  voice  of  free  grace 

Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  uncleanness 

And  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  hath  bought  us  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  Him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

Ye  souls  that  are  wounded, 

To  Jesus  repair ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy, 

And  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet 

Still  flee  to  the  mountain, 
That  blood  can  remove  them 

Which  streams  from  this  fountain. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


REDEMPTION. 

O  Jesus  !  ride  onward, 

Triumphantly  glorious  ; 
O'er  siu,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou  'rt  more  than  victorious  ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme 

Of  the  great  congregation, 
"While  angels  and  saints 

Raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

With  joy  shall  we  stand 

When  escaped  to  that  shore  ; 
With  our  harps  in  our  hand 

We  will  praise  Him  the  more  ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  fields 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation 

For  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


33 


HYMN 


21. 


III.  3. 


MIGHTY  God  !  while  angels  bless  Thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,   as  well  as  angels  ! 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme  : 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  Thy  just  and  awful  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  Thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought ; 
c 


34  THE    CHURCH. 

For  Thy  providence  that  governs 
Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain, 

Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow ; 
Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 

3  But  Thy  rich,  Thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  through  darkness  all  along, 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song  ? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  Thy  praise  unutter'd  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die  ; 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! 

Flow  my  praise,  forever  flow  ! 
Come,  and  oh,  to  leave  it  never, 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  take  Thy  throne  ; 
Quickly  come,  and  reign  forever ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  Thine  own  ! 


THE     CHUECH. 
HYMJST  22.  III.  3. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God : 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode ; 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  on  all  thy  foes. 


T  HE    CHURCH.  35 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  f^ar  of  want  remove  ; 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Doth  the  spirit's  thirst  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Xever  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Bless'd  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jesus,   whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 

4  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  Xame  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

yowe  but  Zion's  children  know. 


o 


HYMN  23.  IL  4. 

XE  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord,  below,  above, 
Zion,   one  faith  is  thine, 

The  only  watchword  —  Love; 
From  many  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascending  to  the  skies. 


36  THE     CHURCH. 

2  Head  of  the  church  beneath, 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 

Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


HYMJST  24.  C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtain'd  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 


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6  Oh,  then,  may  we  behold  our  Guide  ! 
And  when  the  word  is  given, 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 


HYMN  25.  P.  M. 

HEAD  of  the  hosts  in  glory  ! 
We  joyfully  adore  Thee, 
Thy  church  below, 
Blending  with  those  on  high — 
Where  through  the  azure  sky 
Thy  saints  in  ecstasy 
Forever  glow  ! 

2  Angels !  archangels !  glorious 
Guards  of  the  church  victorious  ! 

Worship  the  Lamb  ! 
Crown  Him  with  crowns  of  light, 
One  of  the  Three  by  right  — 
Love,  Majesty,  and  Might  — 

The  great  I  AM ! 

3  Martyrs  !  whose  mystic  legions 
March  o'er  yon  heavenly  regions 

In  triumph  round  : 
Wave  high  your  banners,  wave  ! 
Your  God,  our  Saviour,  clave 
For  Death  itself  a  grave, — 

In  hell  profound  ! 

4  Saints  !  in  fair  circles,  casting 
Rich  trophies  everlasting 

At  Jesus'  feet, 
4 


38  THE    CHURCH. 

Amidst  our  rude  alarms, 
We  stretch  forth  suppliant  arms, 
That  we,  too,  safe  from  harms, 
In  heaven  may  meet ! 

5  Then  raise  the  song  of  gladness, 
To  dissipate  our  sadness, 

And  dry  our  tears  ; 
We  wend  our  weary  way 
Up  to  the  realms  of  day, 
And  watch  and  wait  and  pray, 

Through  hopes  and  fears  ! 

6  Saviour,  in  glory  beaming, 
With  radiance  brightly  streaming, 

Enthroned  in  power, 
Grant,  by  Thy  awful  name, 
That  we  through  flood  and  flame 
The  Gospel  may  proclaim, 

Till  life's  last  hour. 


HYMN  26.  III.  1. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found  : 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns  —  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 
O  receive  me  into  rest. 


THE     CHURCH.  39 

Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 

Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 


4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


HYMN  27.  HI.  5. 

ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 
Zion,  kept  by  power  divine : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine  : 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favoured  lot  is  thine  ! 

Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Eriend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  : 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 
But  no  changes 

E'er  can  change  Jehovah's  love. 

In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 

But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, 
God,  thine  everlasting  fight. 


40  THE    CHURCH. 


HYMN  28.  L.  M. 

KINDRED  in  Christ !  for  His  dear  sake 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  He  can  give 

2  May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  meet  together  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did,  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  He  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  He's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away 

We'll  love  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more 


HYMN  29.  II.  3. 

FORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord  !  Thy  guests  away. 


THE    CHU&CH.  41 

Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  for  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wilder'd  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest -tost ; 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord  !  Thy  guests  away. 


HYMN  30.  HI.  1. 

GREAT  the  joy  when  Christians  meet ; 
Christian  fellowship  how  sweet ! 
When,  their  theme  of  praise  the  same, 
They  exalt  Jehovah's  name. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move, 
When  he  saw  our  race  undone, 
Lov'd  the  world  and  gave  His  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  unbounded  love, 
How  He  left  the  realms  above  ; 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place 
Liv'd  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love ; 
With  our  stubborn  hearts  He  strove, 
Chas'd  the  mists  of  sin  away, 
Turn'd  our  night  to  glorious  day. 

5  Great  the  joy,  the  union  sweet, 
When  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  theme  is  still  the  same. 
Still  Jehovah's  glorious  name. 

4  * 


42  THE     CHURCH. 

HYMN  31.  III.  1. 

CHRIST,  through  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  saints  below, 
Hear  us  who  Thy  nature  share, 
Who  thy  mystic  body  are  : 
Join  us,  in  one  Spirit  join  ; 
Let  us  still  receive  of  Thine  ; 
While  for  more  on  Thee  we  call, 
Thou  who  fillest  all  in  all. 

2  Move  and  actuate  and  guide, 
Divers  gifts  to  each  divide  ; 
Placed  according  to  Thy  will, 
Let  us  all  our  work  fulfil ; 
Never  from  our  office  move, 
Needful  to  each  other  prove  ; 
Let  us  daily  growth  receive, 
More  and  more  in  Jesus  live. 

HYMN  32.  C.  M. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 
Our  Friend,  our  Brother  now. 

2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee  ; 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 

3  The  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless, 

The  heavenly  bread  we  break, 
(Our  Saviour's  blood  and  righteousness), 
Freely  with  us  partake. 


THE     CHUllClf.  43 

4  In  weal  or  woe,  in  joy  or  care, 

Thy  portion  shall  be  ours  ; 
Christians  their  mutual  burthen  share. 
They  lend  their  mutual  powers. 

5  Come  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good, 
*         As  God  to  us  hath  done, 

Stand  but  in  Him,  as  those  have  stood, 
Whose  faith  the  victory  won. 


HYMN  33.  II.  3. 

CITY  of  Heaven,  Jerusalem, 
1  Blest  Vision  of  the  Peace  on  high, 
With  living  stones,  each  stone  a  gem, 

Uplifted  to  the  starry  sky, 
In  all  thy  bridal  splendour  crown 'd, 
With  thousand  thousand  angels  round  ! 

Oh,  wedded  to  a  lot  most  bright, 

E'en  with  the  Father's  glory  dower VI, 

In  all  the  Bridegroom's  beauty  dight, 
Queen,  in  all  loveliness  embowerd  ; 

To  Christ  the  king  in  marriage  given  : 

Resplendent  citadel  of  Heaven  ! 

With  purest  pearls  thy  portals  shine, 
And  day  and  night  unclosVl  remain, 

And  thither  led  by  grace  divine, 
Of  mortals  winds  an  holy  train, 

W7ho,  for  the  love  of  Christ,  have  borne 

The  racking  cross,  and  robe  of  scorn. 


44  THE    CHURCH. 

4  With  many  a  needful  stroke,  imprest 
By  dint  of  the  great  Builder's  hand, 
With  many  a  blow  these  stones  are  clrest, 

And  for  that  pile  celestial  plann'd, 
Till  fitly  framed  and  firmly  braced, 
And  on  its  rising  summit  placed. 

HYMN  34-  III.  1. 

PLEASANT  are  thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 
O,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  Thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
King  of  glory,  God  of  grace  ! 

2  Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  Thy  altars,  0  Most  High  ! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest, 

In  their  Heavenly  Father's  breast ! 
Like  the  wandering  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair, 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

3  Happy  souls,  their  praises  flow, 
Ever  in  this  vale  of  woe ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies  ; 

On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 
Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all.   . 


THE    CHURCH.  45 

Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win  ; 
Guide  rne  through  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  saving  grace, 
Give  me  at  Thy  side  a  place  ; 
Sun  and  shield  alike  Thou  art, 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee, 
Shower,  0  shower  them,  Lord,  on  me. 


HYMN  35.  C.  M. 

For  All  Saints. 

THE  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain  ; 
His'  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  : 
Who  follows  in  His  train? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe, 

And  triumph  over  pain  ; 
Who  boldest  bears  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  in  His  train. 

3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came ; 
Twelve  warrior-saints,  the  truth  they  knew, 
And  braved  the  cross  and  flame. 

4  They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  of  heaven, 

Through  peril,  toil,   and  pain  ; 
O  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train. 


46  FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS. 

FESTIVALS   AND   FASTS. 

THE     LOR  D'S     DAY. 

HYMN  36.  C.  M. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  0  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  world  in  gloom  ! 
0  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom,  when  He  fell 
By  His  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  His  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
Broken  beneath  His  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand  thousand  voices  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 


FESTIVALS     AND     FASTS.  41 


HYMN  37.  II  4. 

GOD  the  Creator  bless'd 
The  Sabbath  of  His  rest ; 
His  six  days'  work  had  brought 
The  universe  from  nought ; 
The  heavens  and  earth  before  Him  stood, 
He  saw  them  and  pronounced  them  good. 

2  God  the  Redeemer  bless'd 
The  Sabbath  of  His  rest, 
When  all  his  suffering  done, 
The  Cross's  victory  won, 

In  Joseph's  sepulchre  he  lay, 
Then  rising  made  a  holier  Day. 

3  And  God  the  Spirit  bless'd 
That  Christian  Day  of  rest, 
Where  met  with  one  accord 
The  Servants  of  the  Lord  ; 

To  whom  the  Father's  promise  came, 
Like  rushing  wind  and  living  flame. 

4  The  Church  below  hath  bless'd 
And  owns  this  Day  of  rest, 
When  in  her  spousal  dress 
Of  blood-bought  righteousness, 

Her  happy  spirit  can  rejoice 

To  hear  her  heavenly  Bridegroom's  voice 

5  They  love  the  hallo w'd  Day, 
Who  love  to  sing  and  pray  ; 
The  Day  of  rest  they  love, 
Who  seek  their  rest  above  : 

They  love  the  Day  of  God  in  seven, 
Who  prize  an  antepast  of  heaven. 


48  FESTIVALS    AND     FASTS. 


HYMN  38.  III.  5. 

GOD  is  in  His  holy  temple, 
All  the  earth  keep  silence  here ; 
Worship  Him  in  truth  and  spirit, 
Reverence  Him  with  godly  fear; 

Holy,  holy, 
Lord  of  Hosts,  our  Lord  appear. 

2  God  in  Christ  reveals  His  presence, 

Throned  upon  the  Mercy-seat : 

Saints,  rejoice  !  and  sinners,  tremble  ! 

Each  prepare  his  God  to  meet: 

Lowly,  lowly, 
Bow  adoring  at  His  feet. 

3  Hail  Him  here  with  songs  of  praises, 

Him  with  prayers  of  faith  surround ; 
Hearken  to  His  glorious  gospel, 
While  the  preacher's  lips  expound ; 

Blessed,  blessed, 
They  who  know  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Though  the  heaven,  and  heaven  of  heavens, 

O  Thou  Great  Unsearchable  I 
Are  too  mean  to  comprehend  Thee, 
Thou  with  man  art  pleased  to  dwell ; 

Welcome,  welcome, 
God  with  us,  Immanuel. 

HYMN  39.  S.  M. 

STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice: 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 


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FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  49 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud  and  magnify  ? 

3  0  for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

5  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

HYMN  40.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found  ; 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confin'd, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  too  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

5  D 


50  FESTIVALS    AND     FASTS. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  open  Heaven  before  our  eyes. 

5  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near ; 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear ; 
0  !  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own. 


HYMN  41.  II.  4. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest ; 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 
My  spirit  faints,  with  equal  zeal, 
To  rise  and  dwell  among  Thy  saints. 

3  0  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still ;   and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  51 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
0  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 

HYMN  42.  C.  M. 

BLEST    day   of   God!    most   calm,    most 
bright, 
The  first,  the  best  of  days  ; 
The  labourer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine  ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  the  day  of  Christ  who  love, 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  This  day  I  must  with  God  appear  ; 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine  ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 
And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 

HYMN  43.  L.  M. 

WITHIN  Thy  courts  have  millions  met, 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces,  heavenward,  Lord,  were  set, 
Their  solemn  vows  to  Thee  they  vowed. 


52  FESTIVALS     AND    FASTS. 

2  Still  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 

O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 
The  far-spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  From  east  to  west  the  sun  surveyed, 

From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs  ; 
And  still  where  evening  stretch'd  her  shade, 
The  stars  came  forth  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  hearts  in  trouble  Thou  wast  nigh, 
Nor  one  hath  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 

5  The  poor  in  spirit  Thou  hast  fed, 

Thy  chasten'd  ones  have  kiss'd  the  rod, 
The  mourner  Thou  hast  comforted, 
The  pure  in  heart  have  seen  their  God. 

HYMN  44.  L.  M. 

WITH  joy  we  hasten  to  the  place 
Where  we  our  Saviour  oft  have  met; 
And  while  we  feast  upon  His  grace, 
Our  burdens  and  our  griefs  forget. 

2  Though  poverty  be  ours  at  home, 

Or  with  affliction  we  be  fed, 
It  makes  amends  if  we  can  come 

To  God's  own  house  for  heavenly  bread. 
* 

3  We  thank  Thee,  for  Thy  day,  0  Lord, 

Here  we  Thy  promised  presence  seek, 
Open  Thine  hand,  with  blessings  stored, 
And  grant  us  manna  for  the  week. 


FESTIVALS     AND     FASTS.  53 


HYMN  45.  C.  M. 

LORD  !  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye ; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  Oh  !  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  truth  and  grace, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


HYMN  46.  L.  M. 

QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
O  To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 
5* 


54  FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS. 

2  Sweet  is  the  clay  of  sacred  rest : 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

Arid  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word  ; 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ; 
How  deep  His  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  0,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wish'd  below ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

HYMN  47.  HI.  5. 

IN  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  Thy  people  now  draw  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling  ; 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear, 
Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 
May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Cheer'd  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  wearied  be, 
'Till  Thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  Heaven  we  see. 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  55 

3  Then  in  worship,  purer,  sweeter, 
Thee,  Thy  people  shall  adore, 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceiv'd  before  ; 
Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmix'd,  and  evermore. 


HYMN  48.  III.  3. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above ! 


2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


HYMN  49.  L.  M. 

DISMISS  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


56  ADVENT. 

ADVENT. 

HYMN  50.  II.  3. 

0  WISDOM,  who  o'er  earth  below, 
Forth  from  the  mouth  of  God  didst  flow, 
Draw  nigh  and  help  us  when  we  call, 
And  strongly,  sweetly  order  all; 
The  path  of  prudence  teach,  that  we 
May  dwell  with  Thee  eternally. 

2  Ruler  and  Lord,  draw  nigh,  draw  nigh  ! 
Who  to  Thy  flock  on  Sinai 

Didst  give,  of  ancient  times,  Thy  Law, 
In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe  ; 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell, 
And  save,  0  God,  Thine  Israel. 

3  Thou  rod  of  Jesse's  stem,  arise, 
And  free  us  from  our  enemies ; 
And  set  us  loose  from  Satan's  chains, 
And  from  the  pit  with  all  its  pains  : 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell, 
In  haste  to  save  Thine  Israel. 

4  Key  of  the  House  of  David,  come  ! 
Re-open  Thou  our  heavenly  home  ! 
Make  safe  the  way  that  we  must  go, 
And  close  the  paths  that  lead  below : 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell, 
And  save  us,  Lord,  from  sin  and  hell. 


ADVENT.  57 

0  Orient  Star,  arise,  draw  nigh, 
To  give  us  comfort  from  on  high; 
And  drive  away  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  pierce  the  clouds  and  bring  us  light : 
Draw  nigh,  0  Lord,  with  us  to  dwell, 
In  mercy  save  Thine  Israel. 

Holy  of  Holies,  hear  our  cry, 
Thou  Majesty  of  God  most  High  ; 
Destroy  our  sins,  Thy  people  bless, 
With  everlasting  righteousness1: 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emanuel, 
And  save  Thy  captive  Israel. 

0  Thou  on  whom  the  Gentiles  wait, 
Who  'midst  the  nations  shall  be  great ; 
Thy  Church's  chief  and  corner-stone, 
Who  in  Thyself  hast  made  all  one ; 
O  come  and  save,  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Mankind  whom  Thou  of  dust  didst  make  ! 

Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emanuel, 
And  loose  Thy  captive  Israel, 
That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here, 
Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  Emanuel 
Comes  now  to  thee,   0  Israel. 

HYMN  51.  L.  M 

ON  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh  : 
Come  near  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 


58  ADVENT. 

2  Be  purified  each  Christian  breast, 
And  furnish'd  for  so  great  a  Guest : 
Yea,  let  us  all  our  hearts  prepare 
For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 


3  For  Thou  art  our  Salvation,  Lord, 
Our  Refuge,  and  our  great  Reward  ; 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decay'd. 

4  Stretch  forth  Thine  hand  a  balm  to  pour 
And  make  us  rise  to  fall  no  more  ; 
Upon  Thy  pardon'd  people  shine, 

And  fill  the  world  with  grace  divine. 


HYMN  52.  III.  3. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Jesus,  now  Thyself  revealing, 
Scatter  every  cloud  beneath. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing, 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 

Chasing  all  our  doubts,  and  cheering 

Every  meek  and  contrite  heart. 

3  Show  Thy  power  in  every  nation, 

Oh  thou  Prince  of  peace  and  love  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  Salvation, 
Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 


ADVENT.  5<J 


By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Every  burden'd  soul  release : 

By  the  presence  of  thy  Spirit, 
Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 


HYMN  53.  S.  M. 

"\7"E  servants  of  the  Lord, 
X    Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heav'nly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 


2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  Xame. 


3  Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 

And  while  we  speak  He's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0  happy  servant,  he 

In  prayer  and  watching  found, 
Who  shall  his  Lord  in  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd  ! 


5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread, 
With  His  own  royal  hand, 
And  raise  that  faithful  servant's-  head 
Among  His  angel  band. 


60  ADVENT. 


HYMN  54.  III.  1. 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promis'd  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ! 
Traveller  I  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller  I  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller !  lo  I  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  I  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


HYMN  55.  C.  M. 

NOW  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 
Your  wasting  torches  trim  ! 
The  chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Who  will  not  welcome  him  ? 


ADVENT.  61 

2  Rejoice,  the  hour  is  near!     At  length 

The  Journeyer,  on  his  way, 
Comes  in  the  greatness  of  his  strength, 
To  keep  his  Festal  day. 

3  O  let  the  streams  of  solemn  thought 

Which  in  His  temples  rise, 
From  deeper  sources  spring  than  aught 
Born  of  the  changing  skies. 

4  Then,  though  the  summer's  pride  departs, 

And  winter's  withering  chill 
Rests  on  the  cheerless  woods,  our  hearts 
Shall  be  unchanging  still. 


HYilN  58.  C.  M. 

ONCE  more,  0  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be 
Upon  the  heavens  display'd, 
And  earth  and  its  inhabitants 

Be  terribly  afraid : 
For,  not  in  weakness  clad,  Thou  com'st,   • 

Our  woes,  our  sins  to  bear, 
But  girt  with  all  Thy  Father's  might, 
His  judgment  to  declare. 

The  terrors  of  that  awful  day, 

Oh  !  who  can  understand  ? 
Or  who  abide,   when  Thou  in  wrath 

Shalt  lift  Thy  holy  hand  ? 
The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar, 

The  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale  ; 
But  Thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change, 

Thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 
6 


62  ADVENT. 

3  Then  grant  us,  Saviour,  so  to  pass 

Our  time  in  trembling  here, 
That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven 

Thy  glory  shall  appear, 
Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads, 

In  triumph  we  may  rise, 
And  enter,  with  Thine  angel  train, 

Thy  palace  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  57.  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake ; 
And  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came ; 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruis'd,  the  suffering,   and  the  dead  ! 

3  The  Lord  will  come,  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of  storm ; 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppress'd  and  mock'd  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene  ?  the  Crucified  ? 

While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 
"  Rocks  hide  us  !  mountains  on  us  fall  I" 
Thy  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing —  "  The  Lord  is  come  !" 


ADVENT.  C3 


HYMN  58.  C.  M. 

MESSIAH!  at  Thy  glad  approach 
The  howling  winds  are  still ; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 


2  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 

Upon  the  morning  gale  ; 
Fresh  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

3  Renew'd,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

4  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

A  loud  hosanna  sing  ; 
With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
0  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 


HYMN  59.  P.  M. 

THE   Church  has  waited  long, 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see, 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 

A  friendless  stranger  she. 
Age  after  age  has  gone, 
Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  came  ! 


64  ADVENT. 

2  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  liv'd,  and  lov'd,  and  died; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 

We  laid  them  side  by  side  ; 
We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

3  The  serpent's  brood  increase, 

The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold, 
The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  low 

And  love  is  waxing  cold. 
How  long,  0  Lord  our  God, 

Holy,  and  true,  and  good, 
Wilt  Thou  not  judge  Thy  suffering  Church, 

Her  sighs,  and  tears,  and  blood  ? 
Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

4  We  long  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face, 
To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 

As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 
Should  not  the  loving  bride 

Her  absent  bridegroom  mourn  ? 
Should  she  not  wear  the  signs  of  grief 

Until  her  Lord  return  ? 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

5  The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 

That  shall  her  beauteousness  restore, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 


ADVENT.  65 

Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 

Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 


HYMN  60.  L.  M. 

HOSANXA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thine  angels  cry  ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thy  saints  reply  : 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 


3  0  Saviour !  with  Thy  loving  care, 
Return  to  this,  Thy  house  of  prayer  : 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal  I  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest; 
And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeem'd  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again, 


66  ADVENT. 


HYMN  61.  III.  5. 

LO  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain  : 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Hallelujah  : 
Jesus  Christ  shall  ever  reign ! 

See  the  universe  in  motion, 

Sinking  on  her  funeral  pyre, 
Earth  dissolving,  and  the  ocean 

Vanishing  away  in  fire  ; 
Hark  !  the  trumpet 
Loud  proclaims  that  day  of  ire  ! 

;  Graves  have  yawn'd  ;  in  countless  numbers, 
From  the  dust  the  dead  arise ; 
Millions,  out  of  silent  slumbers, 
Wake  in  overwhelmed  surprise  ; 
Where  creation, 
Wreck'd  and  torn  in  ruin  lies  ! 

[  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Pure,  ineffable,  divine  : 
See  the  great  Archangel  bearing 
High  in  heaven  the  mystic  sign  : 
Cross  of  glory  ! 
Christ,  be  in  that  moment  mine  ! 

)  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 
Robed  in  awful  majesty : 
Those  that  set  at  naught,  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  naiPd  Him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
Now  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 


ADVENT.  6t 

Lo  !  the  last  long  separation  ! 

As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide  ; 
And  one  dread  adjudication 

Sends  each  soul  to  either  side  ! 
Lord  of  mercy  ! 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide  ! 

0  by  Thine  eternal  merit, 

Then  avert  a  dreadful  doom  ! 
And  me  summon  to  inherit 

An  eternal  blissful  home  : 
Ah  !  come  quickly  ! 
Let  thy  second  Advent  come  ! 

Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  Thee 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  ! 

Lo  !  they  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee 
And  the  kingdom  is  Thine  own  ! 
Men  and  angels 

Kneel  and  bow  to  Thee  alone  ! 


HY1IX  62.  III.  1. 

IX  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be  ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 

Toss'd  with  stronger  tempests,  rise  : 
Wilder  storms  the  mountains  sweep, 
Louder  thunders  rock  the  skies. 


68  ADVENT. 

3  Dread  alarms  shall  shake  the  proud, 

Pale  amazement,  restless  fear ; 
And  amid  the  thunder  cloud 
Shall  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 

4  But,  though  from  His  awful  face, 

Heaven  shall  fade,  and  earth  shall  fly ; 
Fear  not  ye,  His  chosen  race, 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 


HYMN  63.  III.  1. 

SEE  the  ransomed  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  each  hand  ! 
This  before  the  throne  their  strain, — 
"Hell  is  vanquish'd —  death  is  slain! 

2  "Blessing,  honour,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall, 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !'' 

3  Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  Thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renew'd. 


4  Time  has  nearly  reach'd  its  sum; 
All  things,  with  the  Bride,  say,  "  Come 
Jesus  !  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come,  and  reign  for  evermore. 


ADVENT.  69 

HYMN  64.  II.  6. 

REJOICE,  rejoice,  believers ! 
And  let  your  lights  appear, 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

The  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising  ; 

And  soon  will  He  draw  nigh  : 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go,  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 

Oh  !  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Xow  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Till  in  your  jubilations, 

Ye  meet  the  angel-choir. 
The  marriage  feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  optn  stand ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  looked  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  0  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  our  redemption, 

And  ever  be  with  Thee  ! 


70  CHRISTMAS. 

CHEISTMAS. 
HYMN  65.  III.  5. 

ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar, 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly,  the  Lord  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


CHRISTMAS.  71 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you,  break  your  chains; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

HYMN  66.  P.M. 

pHBJSTIAXS,    awake,    salute    the    happy 

\_J        morn 

Whereon  the  Saviour  of  mankind  was  born  : 

Rise  to  adore  the  mystery  of  love, 

With  hosts  of  angels  chanting  from  above  ; 

By  whom  the  gladsome  honours  first  were  done 

To  God  Incarnate  and  the  Virgin's  Son. 

The  praises  of  redeeming  love  they  sang, 
And  heaven's  whole  orb  with  alleluias  rang  : 
God's  highest  glory  was  their  anthem  still, 
Peace  upon  earth,  and  unto  men  goodwill ; 
This  day  hath  God  fulfilFd  His  promis'd  word, 
This  day  is  born  a  Saviour,  Christ  the  Lord. 

0  let  us  keep  and  ponder  in  our  mind 
God's  wondrous  love  in  saving  lost  mankind  : 
Follow  the  Babe,  who  hath  retriev'd  our  loss, 
From  the  poor  manger  to  the  bitter  cross  ! 
Saved  by  His  gra'-e,  unceasing  may  we  sing, 
Eternal  praise  to  God  our  heavenly  King. 

HYMN  67.  P.  M. 

pOME,  hither!  ye  faithful, 
\j  Triumphantly  sing  ! 
Come,  see  in  the  manger 
The  angels'  dread  Kingl 


72  CHRISTMAS. 

To  Bethlehem  hasten, 
With  joyful  accord  ! 

Oh,  come  ye,  come  hither 
To  worship  the  Lord  ! 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father, 
He  comes  from  the  skies; 

To  be  born  of  a  Yirgin 
He  doth  not  despise. 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 


3  Hark,  hark  to  the  angels  ! 

All  singing  in  Heaven, 
"To  God  in  the  highest 
All  glory  be  given  !  n 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 

4  To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesus, 

This  day  of  Thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honour 

Through  heaven  and  earth 
True  Godhead  Incarnate ! 

Omnipotent  Word ! 
Oh,  come  1  let  us  hasten 

To  worship  the  Lord  ! 


HYMN  63.  C.  M. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 


CHRISTMAS.  73 

2  In  Heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
?Twas  more  than  Heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  ecstasy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  angel  throng. 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !  forever  hail, 

Redeemer,   Brother,  Friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  69.  III.  1. 

QWEETER  sounds  than  music  knows 
O  Charm  me  in  ImmanuePs  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  His  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  He  came,  the  angels  sung, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; " 
Lord,  unloose  my  faltering  tongue, 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 
? 


74  CHRISTMAS. 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil ; 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room  ? 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 

4  No,  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak  ; 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  O  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Master,  Friend, 
Ev'ry  precious  name  in  one; 
I  will  love  Thee  without  end. 

HYMN  70.  III.  1. 

BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
For  to  us  a  child  is  born  ; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  Heaven, 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given. 

2  On  His  shoulder  He  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty,  and  wear 
On  His  vesture  and  His  thigh, 
Names  most  awful,  names  most  high. 

3  Wonderful  in  counsel  He, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity  ; 
Sire  of  ages  ne'er  to  cease  ; 
King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  peace. 

4  Come  and  worship  at  His  feet; 
Yield  to  Him  the  homage  meet; 
From  the  manger  to  the  throne, 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 


CHRISTMAS.  75 


HYMN  71.  Ill  3. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Cherubs  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Joyous  seraphim  reply, 
11  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good- will  from  Heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeem'cl,  and  sins  forgiven ! 
Loud  our  grateful  harps  shall  sound 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing  ! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ! 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him  ; 

Learn  His  name  to  magnify, 
Till  in  Heaven  ye  sing  before  Him 
"  Glory  be  to" God  most  High!" 

HYMN  72.  L.  M. 

MY  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 
My  praise  shall  climb  to  His  abode  ; 
Thee,   Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call, 
The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 


7G  CHRISTMAS. 

2  Without  beginning  or  decline, 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 
Eternal  ages  saw  Hirn  shine, 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 


3  As  much,  when  in  the  manger  laid, 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sky, 
As  when  the  six  days'  work  He  made 
Fiird  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 

Salvation  is  His  dearest  claim 
That  gracious  sound  well  pleas'd  He  hears, 
And  owns  Immanuel  for  His  name. 


HYMN  73.  CM. 

The  Presentation  of  Christ  in  the  Temple. 

LORD,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When,  fondly  in  his  withered  arms, 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  Child  ! 

3  "Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried  ; 

"  Behold  thy  servant  dies ; 
I've  seen  Thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes : 


THE     END     OF     THE     YEAR.  11 

4  "This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
Thine  Israel's  glory  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

5  Jesus !  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Thou  be  in  my  arms. 


THE   END    OF   THE   YEAR. 
HYMX  74.  C.  M. 

BLESS  God  that  towards  eternity 
Another  step  is  won  ! 
Oh,  longing  turns  Thy  Church  to  Thee, 
For  time  flows  slowly  on. 

2  Oh,  that  we  soon  might  Thee  behold  ! 

We  count  the  moments  o'er  ; 
Oh,  come,  ere  yet  the  heart  grow  cold, 
And  cannot  call  Thee  more  ! 

3  Come,  is  the  pleading  of  Thy  Bride, 

She  loudly  prays  Thee  come  ! 
With  faithful  heart  she  long  has  cried, 
Come  quickly,  Master,  come  ! 

4  The  past  we  lived  in  love  divine 

Xo  power  can  take  away; 
And  that  the  future  shall  be  Thine, 
Thy  promise  is  our  stay. 

7  * 


?8  THE     END     OF     THE     YEAR. 


HYMN  75.  C.  M. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 


2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze 

And  lurks  in  every  flowet ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour  ! 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay  ; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 

And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 


6  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  dead,  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 


THE    END     OF     THE    YEAR.  75 


HYMN  76.  C.  M. 


OGOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 


2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  pass,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night. 

6  0  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


80  THE     NEW     YEAR. 

THE   NEW   YEAR. 

HYMN  77.  L.  M. 

Festival  of  the  Circumcision. 

0  HAPPY  day,  when  first  was  pour'd 
The  blood  of  our  Redeemer  Lord  ! 
0  happy  day,  when  first  began 
His  sufferings  borne  for  sinful  man  ! 

2  Just  entered  on  this  world  of  woe, 
His  blood  already  learn'd  to  flow  : 
His  future  death  was  thus  express'd, 
And  thus  His  early  love  confess'd. 

3  From  Heaven  descending  to  fulfil 
The  mandates  of  His  Father's  will, 
E'en  now  behold  the  Yictim  lie, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  prepared  to  die. 

4  Beneath  the  knife  behold  the  Child, 
The  Innocent,  the  UndefiPd  : 

For  captives  He  the  ransom  pays, 
For  lawless  man  the  law  obeys. 

5  Lord,  purify  our  hearts,  we  pray  ; 
Our  fleshly  natures  purge  away; 

Thy  Name,  Thy  likeness,  may  they  bear  ! 
Yea,  stamp  Thy  holy  image  there. 


THE    NEW     YEAR.  81 


HYMN  78.  III.  1. 

WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Xever  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below : 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  reign  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  79.  P.  M. 

COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear ; 

F 


82  EPIPHANY. 

His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  Oh  !  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  His  coming,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give  me 
to  do  !" 

Oh  !  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"Well  and  faithfully  done; 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  I" 


EPIPHANY. 
HYMN"  80.  P.  M. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning  ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


EPIPHANY.  83 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining  ; 

Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall : 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure  ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  "aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

HYMX  81.  C.  M. 

TV7E  come  not  with  a  costly  store, 
\  \      0  Lord,  like  them  of  old, 
The  masters  of  the  starry  lore, 

From  Ophir's  shore  of  gold  ; 
Xo  weepings  of  the  incense  tree 

Are  with  the  gifts  we  bring  ; 
No  odorous  myrrh  of  Araby 

Blends  with  our  offering. 

2  But  faith  and  love  may  bring  their  best, 
A  spirit  keenly  tried 
By  fierce  affliction's  fiery  test, 
And  seven  times  purified  ; 


86  LENT. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  : 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd  ; 

Sheath'd  his  sword  :  He  speaks,  'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  : 
Then  the  end  ;  beneath  His  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


LENT. 
HYMN  85.  C.  M. 

0  SAVIOUR,  leave  us  not  alone 
To  wrestle  with  our  sin, 
But  aid  us  in  these  holy  hours 
Of  solemn  discipline. 

2  Let  not  the  Tempter  tempt  us,  Lord, 
Beyond  our  strength  to  bear, 
Though  in  the  desert  of  our  woe 
He  wildly  prompts  despair. 


LENT.  87 

3  Let  not  our  humble  confidence 

Be  from  Thy  promise  stirr'd, 
Nor  clouds  of  dark  distrust  spring  up 
Between  us  and  Thy  word. 

4  Nor  let  us  yet  be  lifted  up 

By  him,  the  Prince  of  air, 
To  scale  presumption's  dizzy  height, 
And  left  to  perish  there  : 

5  Nor,  on  the  Temple's  pinnacle, 

In  our  self-righteous  pride, 
Be  set  forsaken  of  thine  aid, 
For  demons  to  deride. 

6  And  oh  !  when  pleasure,  power,  and  pomp 

Around  our  vision  swim, 
And  through  the  soft  enchanting  mist 
He  bids  us  worship  Him ; 

7  Assist  us  from  the  reeling  sense 

The  serpent's  spell  to  break, 
And  tread  the  arch-apostate  clown, 
Redeemer,  for  Thy  sake. 

HYMN  86.  III.  1. 

HOLY  Jesus,   Saviour  blest, 
When  by  passion  strong  possest, 
Through  this  world  of  sin  we  stray, 
Thou  to  guide  us  art  the  Way. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  when  with  night, 
Error  blinds  our  clouded  sight, 
Lest  to  idol  gods  we  bow, 
Saviour,  then  the  Truth  art  Thou. 


88  LENT. 

3  Holy  Jesus,  when  our  pow'r 
Fails  us  in  temptation's  hour, 
All  unequal  to  the  strife, 
Thou  to  aid  us  art  the  Life. 

4  Who  would  reach  the  heav'nly  home, 
Who  would  to  the  Father  come, 
Who  the  Father's  presence  see, 
Jesus,  he  must  come  by  Thee. 

5  Channel  of  the  Father's  grace, 
Image  of  the  Father's  face, 
Saviour  bless'd,  incarnate  Son, 
With  the  Father  Thou  art  One. 

HYMN  87.  L.  M. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart !  return, 
i  And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more ; 
Now  seek  in  solitude,  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess ; 
In  these  sequester'd  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleans'd  and  purified. 

4  Oh  !  with  the  visits  of  Thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 
That  God  has  fix'd  His  dwelling  here. 


LENT.  89 


HYMN  88.  C.  M. 

0  SINNER,  bring  not  tears  alone, 
Nor  but  the  form  of  prayer, 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart- be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to.  rend, 

God  asks  not  that  of  thee ; 
Thy  secret  soul  He  bids  thee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

3  0  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  before  our  God, 
And  pray  to  Him  to  grant  relief, 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 

4  0  righteous  Judge,  if  Thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  what  we  need, 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 
And  "-race  to  turn  indeed. 


HYMN  89.  III.  3. 

LORD,  whose  love  in  pow'r  excelling, 
Wash'd  the  leper's  stain  away  ; 
Jesus,  from  Thy  heav'nly  dwelling, 
Hear  us,  help  us  when  we  pray. 

2  From  the  filth  of  vice  and  folly, 
From  infuriate  passion's  rage, 
Evil  thoughts  and  hopes  unholy, 
Heedless  youth  and  selfish  acre  ; 
8* 


90  LENT. 

3  From  the  lusts  whose  deep  pollutions 

Adam's  ancient  taint  disclose  ; 
From  the  tempter's  dark  intrusions, 
Restless  doubt  and  blind  repose ; 

4  From  the  miser's  cursed  treasure, 

From  the  drunkard's  mirth  obscene  ; 
From  the  world,  its  pomp  and  pleasure, 
Jesus,  Master,  make  us  clean. 

HYMN  90.  L.  M. 

AH  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus,  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  each  vanity  away ; 

In  vain,  alas  !  resolve  to  bind 

This  rebel  heart,  this  wand'ring  mind. 

3  Through  all  resolves,  how  soon  it  flies, 
And  mocks  the  weak,  the  slender  ties ; 
There's  nought  beneath  a  power  divine, 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

4  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  Thy  feet  repenting  mourn  ; 
There  let  me  view  Thy  pard'ning  love, 
And  never  from  Thy  sight  remove. 

5  0,  let  Thy  love,  writh  sweet  control, 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul : 
Bid  every  vanity  depart, 

And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart. 


LENT.  91 


HYZ\IX  91.  III.  1. 

LORD,  we  listen  to  Thy  call, 
Low  before  Thy  throne  to  fall, 
And  with  humble  prayer,  and  fast, 
Mourn  the  evil  of  the  past. 

2  Thou,  whose  power  can  melt  the  stone, 
Bid  the  hardened  bosom  groan, 

Ere  the  near  approaching  day, 
When  too  late  for  grace  to  pray. 

3  Lord,  assist  the  souls  that  fain 
Now  would  break  sin's  fatal  chain  ; 
Oft  have  we  renew'd  our  fall, 
But  Thou,  Lord,  hast  died  for  all. 

4  Though  through  suffering  be  the  road, 
Bring  us  to  Thy  blest  abode, 
Where,  in  heaven's  eternal  day, 
Thou  shalt  wipe  all  tears  away. 

5  Lord,  Thy  blessing  we  implore  : 
Save  us  now  and  evermore  ; 
Hear,  0  Father  !  hear,  0  Son  ! 
Hear,  0  Spirit !  Three  in  One. 


HYMN  92.  C.  M. 

LORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  shun  what  we  deplore. 


92  LENT. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see, 

True  penitence  impart, 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  Thee 
Shed  hope  on  ev'ry  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  wish  our  bosoms  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

4  In  meek  submission  to  Thy  will 

Let  ev'ry  prayer  arise ; 
And  teach  us,  Lord,  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 


HYMN  93.  P.  M. 

TESUS,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
f  |    Win  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
Prone,  like  Peter,  to  deny, 

I  would  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restor'd ; 
v    On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  Thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart: 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'cl, 

A  portion  of  Thy  grief  unknown ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


LENT.  93 


For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake 

The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  Thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 
Let  Thy  pity  help  afford, 

And  while  I  do  myself  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


HYMN  94.  C.  M. 


,o 


HELP  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succour  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 


2  0  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 
With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  indeed, 
0  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 


3  0  help  us,  through  the  pray'r  of  faith, 
More  firmly  to  believe, 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 


4  0  help  us,   Saviour,  from  on  high, 
We  know  no  help  but  Thee  ; 
O  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


94  LENT. 

HYMN  95.  III.  5. 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee, 
Bend  from  Heaven  Thy  gracious  ear, 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners  hear ! 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good-  Lord  ! 

2  Taught  by  thine  unerring  spirit, 

Boldly  we  draw  nigh  to  God, 
Only  in  thy  spotless  merit, 

Only  through  Thy  precious  Blood  : 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

3  From  the  depths  of  nature's  blindness, 

From  the  hardening  power  of  sin, 
From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 

From  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

4  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 

In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 

5  In  the  weary  night  of  sickness, 

In  the  throes  of  grief  and  pain, 
When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 

When  the  creature's  help  is  vain, 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 


PASSION     WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY.        95 

In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 

In  the  awful  judgment  day, 
May  our  souls  on  Thee  relying 

Find  Thee  still  our  Hope  and  Stay  ! 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

Jesus,  may  Thy  promised  blessing 

Comfort  to  our  souls  afford ; 
May  we  now  Thy  love  possessing 

Find  at  last  the  great  reward  ; 
By  Thy  mercy 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 


PASSION   WEEK   AND    GOOD- 
FRIDAY. 

HYMX  96.  L.  M. 

T)  IDE  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
XL   The  tribes  of  earth  Hosanna  cry  ! 
Thine  humble  beast  pursues  his  road, 
With  palms  and  scatter'd  garments  strow'd  ! 

2  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  ! 

0  Christ !   Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  Death  and  conquer'd  Sin  ! 

3  Bide  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
The  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  ! 
The  angels  look  with  wondering  eyes 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 


96       PASSION     WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

4  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  ! 
Bow  Thy  meek  Head  to  mortal  pain  ! 
Then  take,  0  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 


HYMN  97.  S.  M. 

WHY  doth  my  Saviour  weep 
At  sight  of  Sion's  bowers  ? 
Shows  it  not  fair  from  yonder  steep. 

Her  gorgeous  crown  of  towers  ? 
Mark  well  His  holy  pains  : 

?Tis  not  in  pride  or  scorn 
That  Israel's  King  with  sorrow  stains 
His  own  triumphal  morn. 

"If  thou  hadst  known,  e'en  thou, 

At  least  in  this  thy  day 
The  message  of  thy  peace  !  — but  now 

Forever  pass'd  away  ! 
Now  foes  shall  trench  thee  round, 

And  lay  thee  low  with  earth, 
And  dash  thy  children  to  the  ground, 

Thy  glory  and  thy  mirth." 

And  doth  the  Saviour  weep 

Over  His  people's  sin, 
Because  we  will  not  let  Him  keep 

The  souls  He  died  to  win  ? 
Ye  hearts,  that  love  the  Lord, 

If,  at  this  sight  ye  burn, 
See  that  in  thought,  in  deed,  in  word, 

Ye  hate  what  made  Him  mourn. 


PASSION     WEEK     AND     GOOD-FRIDAY.        97 


HYJIX  88.  III.  3. 

GREAT   High  -  priest,    we   view   Thee 
stooping, 
With  our  names  upon  Thy  breast ; 
In  the  garden  groaning,  drooping, 
To  the  ground  in  horrors  prest. 

2  Angels  see  with  sad  amazement, 

Their  Creator  suffer  thus  ; 
Oh,  be  ours  deep  heart-abasement ; 
Lord,  we  know  'twas  done  for  us. 

3  Now  into  that  garden  lead  us, 

There  to  see  Thy  bloody  sweat, 
Tho'  Thou  from  the  curse  hast  freed  us, 
We  the  cost  may  ne'er  forget. 

4  Be  Thine  agonies  rehearsed 

By  the  Spirit  in  our  ears, 
Till  beholding  whom  we  pierced, 
Melt  our  hearts  in  grateful  tears. 

5  On  the  cross  Thy  body  broken 

Cancell'd  every  legal  charge  ; 
Pleading  this  availing  token, 
Guilty  souls  are  set  at  large. 

G  Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  Thee  solely, 
'Twas  for  us  Thy  blood  was  spilt; 
Suffering  Saviour,  take  us  wholly, 
Take  and  make  us  what  Thou  wilt. 
9  G 


98  PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 


HYMN  99.  P.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Lamb  ! 
O  Thou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thou  hast  died; 
Thee  for  nay  Saviour  let  me  take, 
Thee,  Thee  alone  my  refuge  make, 
Thy  pierced  side. 

2  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Archangels — fold  your  wings; 
Seraphs — hush  all  the  strings 

Of  million  lyres  : 
The  Victim,  veil'd  on  earth,  in  love 
Unveil'd  —  enthroned  —  adored  above, 

All  heaven  admires  ! 

3  Behold  the  Lamb! 
All  hail,  Eternal  Word ! 
Thou  universal  Lord, 

Purge  out  our  leaven  : 
Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
Feed  us  with  Thy  celestial  food, 

Manna  from  heaven ! 

4  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Saints,  who,  in  blissful  rest 
Wait  to  be  fully  blest ; 

Oh!  Lord  —  how  long! 
Thou  church  on  earth,  o'erwhelmed  with  fears, 
Still  in  this  vale  of  woe  and  tears, 

Swell  the  full  song. 


PASSION    WEEK    AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.  99 

5  Behold  -the  Lamb  ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone, 
To  sit  upon  the  throne 

Of  God  above ! 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  clays, 
One  with  the  Paraclete  in  praise, 

All  Light — all  Love! 

HYMN  100.  II.  1. 

OLAMB  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
I  plead  with  Thee  ;  my  suit  to  gain, 
I  plead  what  Thou  hast  done  : 
Didst  Thou  not  die  the  death  for  me  ? 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Receive  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 
My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  God, 

My  Ransom  and  my  Peace  : 
My  Surety  !   Thou  my  debt  hast  paid, 
For  all  my  sins  atonement  made, 

The  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

3  O  let  Thy  Spirit  shed  abroad 
The  love  of  my  redeeming  God, 

In  this  cold  heart  of  mine  : 
O  might  He  now  descend,  and  rest 
Forever  in  this  troubled  breast, 

And  keep  me  ever  Thine. 

HYMN  101.  P.  M. 

FLOW,  my  contrite  tears,  flow  faster, 
Thus  my  guilt  and  sin  bemoan  ; 
Mourn  my  heart  in  deeper  anguish, 
Over  sorrows  not  thine  own  ! 


100        PASSION    WEEK   AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

See  a  spotless  Lamb  draw*nigh 

To  Jerusalem  to  die 

For  thy  sins,  the  sinless  One  ! 

Think  !  ah  !  think  what  thou  hast  done  ! 

2  See  Him  stand  while  cruel  fetters 

Bind  the  hands  that  framed  the  world, 
While  around  Him  bitter  mocking, 

Laughter  and  contempt  are  hurled. 

Heathen  rage  and  Jewish  scorn, 
-     Meekly  for  our  sins  are  borne. 

Sin  has  brought  Him  from  above  : 

Who  can  fathom  such  a  love  ? 

3  Can  we  view  the  Saviour  given 

To  the  snifters'  hands  for  us  ? 
Can  we  all  unmoved,  unhumbled, 
See  Him  mocked  and  slighted  thus  ? 
Yiew  the  thorny  chaplet  red, 
On  His  meek  and  bleeding  head, 
Hear  the  loud  and  angry  din, 
And  not  tremble  for  our  sin  ? 

4  Must  I,  Jesus,  thus  behold  Thee 

In  Thy  toil  and  sorrow  here? 
Can   I  nothing  better  yield  Thee 
Than  my  unavailing  tear  ? 
Lamb  of  God  !  I  weep  for  Thee, 
Weep,  Thy  cruel  cross  to  see, 
Weep,  for  death  that  Death  destroys  ! 
Weep,  for  grief  that  brings  me  joys  ! 

5  Poor  is  all  that  I  can  offer  — 

Soul  and  body  while  I  live  ; 
Take  it,   0  my  Saviour,  take  it  — 
I  have  nothing  more  to  give. 


PASSION    WEEK    AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.         101 

Come,  and  in  this  heart  remain  ; 
Let  each  enemy  be  slain  ; 
Let  me  live  and  die  with  Thee  ; 
To  Thy  kingdom  welcome  me. 

HYMN  102.  C.  M. 

FORTH  flames  the  standard  of  our  King, 
Bright  gleams  the  mystic  sign, 
When  life  bore  death  of  suffering, 
And  death  wrought  life  divine. 

2  The  stabs  of  the  accursed  spear, 

Brought  forth  the  healing  flood, 
To  cleanse  sin's  stains  so  dark  and  drear, 
With  water  and  with  blood. 

3  Fulfilled  is  each  prophetic  word, 

Each  faith-inspiring  strain. 
Telling  the  nations  of  that  Lord, 
Who  by  the  Cross  should  reign. 

4  Hail,.  Cross  of  Christ !  man's  only  hope  ; 

While  now  we  gaze  and  pray, 
Dear  Lord,  th'  exhaustless  fountains  ope, 
And  wash  our  sins  away. 

HYMN  103.  III.  2. 

GO  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 
9* 


102        PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment  hall ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 
0  the  wormwood   and  the  gall ; 

O  the  pangs  His  soul  sustain'd  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  the  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  ; 
"It  is  finished"  —  hear  Him  cry; 
Learn  in  Christ  to  live  and  die. 


HYMN  104.  P.  M. 

HIS  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath 
His  own  cross  meekly  bending, 
Jesus,  the  fatal  hill  of  death 
Is  wearily  ascending. 

2  And  now,  His  hands  and  feet  pierc'd  through, 

Upon  the  cross  they  raise  Him, 
Where  even  now,  in  distant  view, 
The  eye  of  faith  surveys  Him. 

3  0,  wondrous  love,  which  God  most  High, 

Tow'rds  man  was  pleas'd  to  cherish  ! 
His  sinless  Son  He  gave  to  die, 
That  sinners  might  not  perish. 

4  Our  sins'  pollution  to  remove 

His  blood  was  ask'd  and  given  : 
So  mighty  was  the  Saviour's  love, 
So  vast  the  price  of  Heaven. 


PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY.       103 

5  Yes  !  'tis  the  cross  that  breaks  the  rod, 

And  chain  of  condemnation, 
And  makes  a  league  'twixt  man  and  God, 
For  our  complete  salvation. 

6  0  !  praise  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  given, 
And  Holy  Grhost,  thro'  whom  alone 
Our  hearts  are  rais'd  to  Heaven. 


HYMX  105.  II.  6. 

0  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  weigh'd  down  ; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,   Thine  only  crown  : 
0   Sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  Thine  ; 
Yet  though  despis'd  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffer'd, 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour  ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favour, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When,  in  Thy  Body  broken, 
I  thus  with  safety  hide. 


104        PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

Lord  of  my  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see  ; 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

4  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
O  make  me  Thine  for  ever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  for  Thee. 

5  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

O,  show  Thy  cross  to  me ; 
And  to  my  succour  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  my  anguish 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 


HYMN  106.  0.  M. 

0  HALLOWED  Head  !  compell'd  to  bow 
Beneath  unnumber'd  scorns, 
O,  dear,  dishonor'd,  glorious  brow 

Now  rent  by  cruel  thorns  ; 
Eyes  where  the  light  of  Heaven  did  reign 

Can  ye  grow  glaz'd  and  dim  ? 
O  death  —  by  Him  for  others  slain  — 
Can'st  thou  have  power  o'er  Him  ? 


PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.         105 

2  Love's  mystery  o'er  the  scene  doth  hang, 

Love  must  unfold  it  still, 
Who  could  inflict  on  Him  a  pang, 

Without  His  own  blest  will  ? 
He,  whom  the  slumbering  dead  have  heard, 

Whose  voice  the  winds  could  tame, 
Could  crush  His  murderers  with  a  word, 

If  such  had  been  his  aim. 

3  Yea,  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings, 

Life,  light,   and  joy  to  me  ; 
My  soul  thro'  doubt  and  darkness  clings, 

With  trembling  faith  to  Thee. 
Lo,  Death  and  Hell  with  all  their  host 

Quail  now  before  their  Lord, 
And  more  than  was  in  Adam  lost, 

I  see  in  Christ  restored. 


HYMX  107.  C.  M. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Did  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 


106        PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  in  shame  my  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
?Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  108.  III.  3. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Here  I'll  sit  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  His  blood ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

5  Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 

Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  Thee, 
Till  I  taste  Thy  whole  salvation, 
And  unveil'd  Thy  glories  see. 


PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY.         107 


HYMN  109.  III.  2. 

HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,   relent, 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  His  flowing  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  th'  incarnate  Son  ! 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  clone  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  fix'd  Him  here ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  His  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  Him  with  the  soldier's  spear 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
For  a  sinful  world  He  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 

Nor  receive  the  proffer'd  good  ; 
Crucify  the  Lord  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 
No,  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 

HYMN  110.  P.  M. 

BOUND  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood  and  writhing  limb, 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn, 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierc'd, 
By  the  baffled,  burning  thirst, 
By  the  drooping,  death-dewed  brow, 
Son  of  man,  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 


108         PASSION    WEEK   AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

2  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  woful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale, 
Shivering  rocks  and  rending  veil, 
By  the  earth  enwrapt  in  gloom, 
By  the  saints  who  burst  their  tomb, 
By  the  promise  ere  He  died, 
To  the  felon  at  His  side  ; 
Lord  !  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow! 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou  ! 


Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry, 
Of  the  dying  agony  ; 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 
In  the  chambers  of  the  dead; 
By  the  mourners  bowed  to  weep, 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep  ; 
Crucified,  we  know  Thee  now, 
Son  of  man  !  'tis  Thou  !   'tis  Thou  ! 


Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 

Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 

By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 

"  Lord  !  they  know  not  what  they  do  !  " 

By  the  spoiPd  and  empty  grave, 

By  the  souls  he  died  to  save, 

By  the  conquest  He  hath  won, 

By  the  saints  before  His  throne, 

By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow, 

Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 


PASSION    WEEK   AND    GOOD-FRIDAY.         109 


HYMN  111.  III.  3. 

HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King ; 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  ! 
Hail,  once  agonizing  Saviour, 

Thou  didst  bear  our  sin  and  shame  : 
Through  Thy  merit  find  we  favour ; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid  ; 
By  almighty  love  aj^inted, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood ; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Man  is  reconciled  to  God. 


3  Jesus,  low  we  bow  before  Thee, 

Mediator  glorified  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  the  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading, 
There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare 
•    Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  never  ceasing, 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
10 


110       PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 

Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 
Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 

Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

HYMN  112.  III.  a 

ONCE  the  angel  started  back, 
When  he  saw  the  blood-stain'd  door, 
Pausing  on  his  vengeful  track, 
And  the  dwelling  passing  o'er. 
Once  the  sea  from  Israel  fled, 
Ere  it  roll'd  o'er  Egypt's  dead. 

2  Now  our  Passovev  is  come, 

Dimly  shaclow'd  in  time  past, 
And  the  very  Paschal  Lamb, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  slain  at  last. 

Then  with  hearts  and  hands  made  meet, 
Our  unleaven'd  bread  we'll  eat. 

3  Blessed  Victim  sent  from  Heaven, 

Whom  all  angel  hosts  obey, 
To  whose  will  all  earth  is  given, 

At  whose  word  hell  shrinks  away, 

Thou  hast  conquer'd  death's  dread  strife, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  light  and  life. 

HYMN  113.  III.  1. 

Easter  Even. 

PAIN  and  toil  are  over  now ; 
Bring  the  spice  and  bring  the  myrrh, 
Fold  the  limb  and  bind  the  brow, 
In  the  rich  man's  sepulchre. 


EASTER.  Ill 

2  Sin  has  bruised  the  Victor's  heel ; 

Roll  the  stone  and  guard  it  well, 
Bring  the  Roman's  boasted  seal, 
Bring  his  boldest  sentinel. 

3  Yet  the  morning's  purple  ray 

Shall  present  a  glorious  sight, 
Stone  by  earthquake  roll'd  away, 
Angel  guards  all  robed  in  white. 


EASTER. 
HYMN  114.  HI.  2. 

HE  is  risen,  He  is  risen ! 
Tell  it  with  a  joyful  voice, 
He  has  burst  His  three  days'  prison, 
Let  the  whole  wide  earth  rejoice  ; 
Death  is  vanquish'd,  man  is  free, 
Christ  has  won  the  victory. 

Tell  it  to  the  sinners,  weeping 
Over  deeds  in  darkness  done, 

Weary  fast  and  vigil  keeping, 
Brightly  breaks  their  Easter  sun  ; 

Christ  has  borne  our  sins  away, 

Christ  has  conquer'd  hell  to-day. 

He  is  risen,  He  is  risen  ! 

He  has  oped  the  eternal  gate  ; 
We  are  loos'd  from  sin's  dark  prison, 

Risen  to  a  holier  state, 
Where  a  brightening  Easter  beam 
On  our  longing  eye  shall  stream. 


112  EASTER. 

HYMN  115.  III.  1. 

JESUS  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holiday ; 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

Hallelujah  ! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,   our  heav'nly  King; 
Who  endur'd  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

Hallelujah ! 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured 
Our  salvation  have  procured ; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing. 

Hallelujah  ! 

4  Now  be  God  the  Father  prais'd, 
With  the  Son,  from  death  uprais'd, 
And  the  Spirit,  ever  blest ; 

One  true  God,  by  all  confest. 

Hallelujah  I 

HYMN  116.  L.  M. 

THE  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky, 
With  alleluias  rang  the  air ; 
Earth  held  a  glorious  jubilee  ; 

Hell  gnashed  its  teeth  in  fierce  despair ; 

2  When  He,  Whom  stone,  and  seal,  and  guard 
Had  safely  to  the  tomb  consigned, 
Triumphant  rose,  and  buried  Death 
Deep  in  the  grave  He  left  behind. 


EASTER.  113 

3  Calm  all  your  grief  and  still  your  tears  : 

Hark  !  —  the  descending  angel  cries, 
The  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
And  Death  is  slain,  no  more  to  rise  ! 

4  Oh  Jesus,  from  the  death  of  sin, 

JKeep  us  we  pray  ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee  ! 

HYMN  117.  C.  1L 

BLEST  morning,  whose  first  dawning  ray? 
Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  Him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  His  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  the  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  combined  their  force 

To  hold  our  Lord,  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  tyrant  chain. 

4  To  Thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 
10*  h 


114  EASTER. 


HYMN  113.  III.  1. 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey  ! 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

2  Shout,  ye  seraphs ;  angels,  raise 
Your  eternal  song  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

3  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Glory  as  of  old  to  Thee, 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-dav. 


HYMN  119.  III.  1. 

MARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn, 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 
But  the  Lord  she  lov'd  had  gone. 
There  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Lost  in  anguish  and  dismay, 
Tears  she  wept  —  a  bitter  flood  — 
Asking  where  her  Saviour  lay. 


EASTER.  115 

2  Soon  her  sorrow  all  was  gone, 

When  she  heard  His  own  dear  voice 
Call  her,  "  Mary."— Oh  !  that  tone, 

How  it  bade  her  heart  rejoice  ! 
Such  a  change  His  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day. 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


HYMN  120.  III.  5. 

COME,  ye  saints,  draw  nigh  and  wonder, 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 
He  has  burst  his  bands  asunder, 
He  has  borne  our  sins  away  ; 

Joyful  tidings  ! 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-dav  ! 


Jesus  triumphs  ;   sing  ye  praises  ! 

By  His  death  He  overcame  ; 
Thus  the  Lord  His  glory  raises  ; 

Thus  He  fills  His  foes  with  shame  ; 
Sing  ye  praises  ! 

Praises  to  the  victor's  name  ! 


3  Jesus  triumphs  :  countless  legions 

Come  from  Heaven  to  meet  their  King  ; 
Soon  in  yonder  blessed  regions 
We  shall  join  His  praise  to  sing  ; 

Songs  eternal 
Shall  thro'  Heaven's  high  arches  ring. 


116  EASTER. 


HYMN  121.  L.  M. 

WHEN  I  the  holy  grave  survey, 
Where  once  my  Saviour  deign'd  to  lie, 
I  see  fulfili'd  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer'd  death  ; 
Sweet  pledge  that  all  who  love  His  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  His  eyes  to  sleep  no  more ; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  He  bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul !  behold ; 

See  the  rich  diadem  He  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  wear  a  crown. of  gold, 
A  crown  of  joy,  when  He  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God  !  Thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  Thy  children  in  the  grave. 


HYMN  122.  S.  M. 

»»rpHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

X    The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey ; 
With  him  shall  rise  the  ransom'd  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


EASTER.  Ill 

11  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ;  " 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more  ; 
He  lives  His  people's  cause  to  plead, 

Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed ;  n 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 

The  joyous  tidings  bear. 

Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  living  chord  : 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs, 

To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


HYMN  123.  P.  M. 

LIFT  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  that  man  may  not  die. 
Yain  were  the  terrors  that  gather'd  around  Him, 
And   short   the   dominion   of  death   and  the 
grave  ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that  bound 
Him, 
Resplendent  in  glory  to  live  and  to  save. 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high  — 
"The   Saviour  hath  risen,   and  man   shall   not 
die." 

Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  : 
The  being  He  gave  us,  death  cannot  destroy; 
Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were 
our  end  ; 


118  EASTER. 


But  Jesus  hath  cheer'd  the  dark  valley  of  sor- 
row, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 
Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die. 


HYMN  124.  L.  M. 

NOW  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast 
In  robes  of  saintly  white  we  sing, 
Through  the  Red  Sea  in  safety  brought 
By  Jesus,  our  immortal  King. 


2  0  depth  of  love  !  for  us  He  drinks 

The  chalice  of  His  agony  ; 
For  us,  a  Victim  on  the  Cross, 
He  meekly  lays  Him  down  to  die. 

3  And  as  th'  avenging  Angel  pass'd 

Of  old  the  blood-besprinkled  door  : 
As  the  cleft  sea  a  passage  gave, 

Then  clos'd  to  whelm  th'  Egyptians  o'er ; 

4  So  Christ,  our  Paschal  Sacrifice, 

Has  brought  us  safe  all  perils  through, 
While  for  unleaven'd  bread,  we  need 
But  heart  sincere  and  purpose  true. 

5  Hail,  purest  Victim  Heav'n  could  find, 

The  powers  of  Hell  to  overthrow  ! 
Who  didst  the  chains  of  Death  destroy, 
Who  dost  the  prize  of  Life  bestow. 


ASCENSION.  110 

6  Hail,  victor  Christ !  hail,  risen  King  ! 

To  Thee  alone  belongs  the  crown  ; 
Who  hast  the  heavenly  gates  unbarr'd, 

And  dragg'd  the  Prince  of  darkness  down. 

7  0  Jesus !  from  the  death  of  sin 

Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee. 


ASCENSION. 

HYMN  125.  C.  M. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
Who  cloth 'd  himself  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  lmmanuel  rose  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  conquer'd  all  our  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  His  Father  flies  ! 
With  scars  of  honour  in  His  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  His  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down 
From  the  right  hand  of  Majesty, 
On  the  celestial  throne. 


120  ASCENSION. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  this  bless'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


HYMN  126.  C.  M. 

THE  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet ; 
His  earthly  task  was  o'er  ; 
And  wherefore  should  He  linger  yet 

On  this  world's  dreary  shore  ? 
He  rais'd  on  high  His  hands  divine  ; 

He  bless'd  His  faithful  train ; 
Oh  !  when  shall  Adam's  guilty  line 
Such  blessings  hear  again  ? 


2  Then  slowly  tow'rds  th'  expecting  sky, 

The  sky's  Creator  rose  ; 
Angelic  watchers,  ranged  on  high, 

Bade  Heaven's  bright  gates  unclose. 
And  in  He  came,  the  Lord  of  might, 

Eternal  and  Supreme  ; 
Whose  presence  e'en  those  realms  of  light 

Illum'd  with  brighter  beam. 

3  0  Thou,  who  thus  exalted  art, 

On  whom  our  souls  rely, 
Grant  to  us  now,  in  mind  and  heart, 

To  dwell  with  Thee  on  high  ! 
And  when  at  length,  redeem'd  by  Thee, 

The  just  that  sleep  shall  rise  ; 
With  theirs  our  happy  portion   be, 

A  home  beyond  the  skies. 


ASCENSION.  121 

HYMN  127.  P.  M. 

THE  Lord  ascendeth  up  on  nigh, 
The  Lord  hath  triumph'd  gloriously, 
In  pow'r  and  might  excelling  ; 
Hell  and  the  Grave  are  captive  led, 
Lo  !  He  returns,  our  glorious  Head, 
To  His  eternal  dwelling ! 

2  The  heav'ns  with  joy  receive  their  Lord, 
By  saints,  by  angel  hosts  adored  ; 

0  day  of  exultation  ! 
O  earth  !  adore  Thy  glorious  King, 
His  rising,  His  ascension  sing, 

With  grateful  adoration. 

3  Our  great  High-Priest  hath  gone  before, 
Thence  on  His  Church  His  grace  to  pour, 

And  bring  us  to  salvation  ; 
0  may  our  hearts  to  Him  ascend 
May  all  within  us  upward  tend 

With  joyful  expectation  ! 

4  By  saints  on  earth  and  saints  in  heav'n, 
All  praise  to  Christ  our  King  be  giv'n, 

Who  hath  to  heav'n  ascended  ; 
To  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  of  heaven's  resplendent  host, 

Whose  reign  shall  ne'er  be  ended. 

HYMN  128.  III.  1. 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Glorious,  to  His  native  skies ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 
11 


122  ASCENSION. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin  ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  See,  the  heaven  its  Lord  receives  ! 
Yet  He  loves  the  world  He  leaves  : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  his  own. 

4  Still  for  us  He  intercedes, 

His  prevailing  death  He  pleads ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

5  What,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Far  above  you  starry  height; 
Thither  our  affections  rise, 
Following  Him  beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  129.  HI.  5. 

LOOK,  ye  saints  ;  the  sight  is  glorious  ; 
See  the  man  of  sorrows  now  ; 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow ; 

Crown  Him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  crown  Him  ; 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
On  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
While  the  heavenly  concert  rings  : 

Crown   Him  ; 
Crown  the  Saviour  King;  of  kings. 


ASCENSION.  123 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crown- d  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  bend  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name  : 

Crown  Him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame  ! 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ! 
Lamb  of  God,   our  strong  salvation, 
0,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  Him  ; 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

HYMX  130.  II.  4. 

TH'  atoning  work  is  done, 
The  Victim's  blood  is  shed, 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead; 
He  stands  in  Heaven  their  great  High  Priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  His  breast. 

2  He  sprinkles  with  His  blood 

The  mercy-scat  above  ; 
For  justice  had  withstood 

The  purposes  of  love  ; 
But  justice  now  withstands  no  more, 
And  mercy  yields  her  boundless  store. 

3  Xo  temple  made  with  hands, 

His  place  of  service  is  ; 
In  heaven  itself  He  stands, 

A   Heavenly  Priesthood  His. 
In  Him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfill'd,  and  now  withdraw. 


124  ASCENSION. 

4  And  though  awhile  He  be 
Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  High  Priest  again; 
In  brightest  glory  He  will  come, 
And  take  His  waiting  people  home. 


HYMN  131.  S.  M. 

BEYOND  the  starry  skies, 
Far  as  th7  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  world  of  light, 
Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Around  Him  angels  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine ; 
And  ever,  in  exalted  lays, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "Hail,  Prince  of  life!"  they  cry, 

"Whose  unexampled  love, 
Mov'd  Thee  to  quit  those  glorious  realms 
And  royalties  above.'7 

4  And  when  He  stoop'd  to  earth, 

And  suffered  rude  disdain, 
They  cast  their  honors  at  His  feet, 
And  waited  in  His  train. 

5  They  saw  Him  on  the  cross, 

While  darkness  veil'd  the  skies, 
And  when  He  burst  the  gates  of  death, 
They  saw  the  Conqueror  rise. 


A  S  C  E  N  81 0  S  .  1  25 

They  throng'd  His  chariot  wheels, 
And  bore  Him  to   His  throne  ; 

Then  swept  their  golden  harps  and  sang, 
''The  glorious  work  is  done." 


HYMN  132.  C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Amid   His  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name, 
And  son&s  before  unknown. 


2  Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  honour  paid  ; 
Salvation,   glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  His  head. 


4  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blood, 
Hast  set  the  prisoner  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 


The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  Thy  power; 

Then  hasten  time's  delaying  pace, 
And  bring  the  promised  hour. 
11  * 


126  ASCENSION. 


HYMN  133.  III.  1. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
I#ive,  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd  ! 
FilPd  with  Thee  let  all  things  cry, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

2  Join'd  with  those  beyond  the  sky, 
Chanters  to  the  Lord  most  high, 
We  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Echoing  Thine  eternal  praise. 

3  Happy  they  who  never  rest, 
With  Thy  heavenly  presence  blest  ? 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see, 
Search  the  depths  of  Deity. 

4  Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high  ; 
Fall,  o'er  wh  elm 'd  with  love,  or  soar  ; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore. 


HYMN  134.  L.  M. 

WHERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye  ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 
He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 


ASCENSION.  127 

3  A  sufferer  once,  He  yet  retains 
A  brother  feeling  for  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
With  sympathy  beholds  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 
And  supplicate  His  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

HYMX  135.  L.  M. 

REDEEMER,  now  Thy  work  is  done  ! 
Death  owns  Thy  power,  the  prize  is  won  ! 
And  now  once  more  we  see  Thee  rise, 
Returning  to  Thy  native  skies. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat, 

And  earth  lies  stretch'd  beneath  Thy  feet ; 
While  myriads,  in  their  bright  array, 
Attend  Thee  homeward  on  Thy  way. 

3  Beside  the  everlasting  gates 
The  angel-host  enraptur'd  waits  : 

He  comes,  He  comes,  and  God's  high  Throne 
Receives  at  length  the  Holy  One. 

4  There,  Jesu,  Thou  hast  never  ceas'd 

To  be  our  Friend,  our  great  High-Priest, 
Pleading  in  our  behalf  Thy  Blood, 
That  holv,  reconciling  flood. 


128  ASCENSION. 

5  And  thence  the  Church,  Thy  cliGsen  Bride, 
With  Thy  free  Spirit's  gifts  supplied, 
Through  all  her  members,  draws  from  Thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 

HYMN  136.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thousand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gems,  and  polished  gold, 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  their  own, 
Did  they  within  the  veil  appear, 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

3  But  Christ,  by  His  own  powerful  blood. 

Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shows  His  own  sacrifice. 

4  He  ever  lives,  to  intercede 

Before  His  Father's  face  ; 
For  us,   0  Lord,  in  mercy  plead, 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  grace  ! 


HYMN  137.  L.  M. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  thy  fears  dismiss, 
And  gird  the  Gospel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  bliss, 
Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 


WHITSUNDAY.  129 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  thy  foes  may  be, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  tree, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  and  palms  are  won, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  A  starry  crown  shall  be  my  prize, 

Triumphant  through  Almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


WHITSUNDAY. 

HYMN  138.  L.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
'   And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  : 
Thou  the  Anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 

2  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love  ; 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

3  Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  ; 
Where  Thou  art  guide  no  ill  can  come  ; 
Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  one  ; 

i 


130  WHITSU  NI)  AY. 

4  That  through  the  ages  all  along 
This  may  be  our  endless  song; 
All  praise  to  Thy  eternal  merit, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 


HYMN  139.  C.  M. 

OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed, 
With  us  on  earth  to  dwell. 


2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame., 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue ; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  He  came, 
And  all  as  viewless,  too. 

3  He  came,  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  fix  his  rest. 


4  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear 
And  speaks  to  us  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  grace  our  souls  possess, 

All  good  that  we  have  known  ; 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  His  and  His  alone. 


WHITSUNDAY.  131 


~      HYMN  140.  C.  M. 

C  PIRIT  of  Truth  !  on  this  Thy  day 
O   To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervour  in  our  own. 

3  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will, 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  Though  tongues  shall  cease  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 

HYMN  141.  C.  M. 

WHEN  first  the  Spirit  of  our  God 
Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

2  Nor  doth  the  outward  ear  alone 
At  that  high  warning  start; 
Conscience  gives  back  th1  appalling  tone  ; 
'Tis  echoed  in  the  heart. 


132  WHITS  UN  DAY. 

3  It  fills  the  Church  of  God  :  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  it  is  found. 

4  To  other  strains  such  souls  are  set : 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  brain,  and  will  not  let 
Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 

5  Come,  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear  ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour ; 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

HYMN  142.  C.  M. 

WHEN  God  of  old  came  down  from  Heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came  ; 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  Around  the  trembling  mountain's  base 

The  prostrate  people  lay ; 
A  day  of  wrath  and  not  of  grace, 
A  dark  and  dreadful  day. 

3  But  when  He  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hover'd  His  holy  Dove. 

4  The  fires  that  rush'd  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  everv  sainted  head. 


WHIT  S  U  NDAY.  133 

Like  arrows  went  those  lightning's  forth 

Wing'd  with  the  sinner's  doom, 
But  these  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 

Proclaiming  life  to  come. 


HYMN  143.  S.  M. 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power ; 
We  meet  with  one  accord 
In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 

One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe  : 
The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 

Unto  the  perfect  day  : 
Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  ; 
0  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 

May  we  be  sanctified. 

12  * 


134  WHITSUNDAY. 


HYMN  144.  L.  M. 

CREATOR  Spirit !  by  whose  aid 
The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  waiting  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind. 


2  Thrice  Holy  Fount,  thrice  Holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  ; 
Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us,  while  we  sing. 

3  0  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promis'd  Paraclete  ! 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  Thee  ! 

4  Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Subdue  the  senses  to  the  soul ; 
And  when  rebellious  they  are  grown, 
Then  lay  Thy  hand  and  hold  them  down. 

5  Chase  from  our  minds  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love  bestow ; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way. 

6  Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe  ; 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  Thee 


WHITSUNDAY.  135 

HYMN  145.  III.  1. 

SPIRIT,  pour'd  on  Pentecost, 
Paraclete  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Resting  on  the  Eternal  Son, 
Holy  !  uncreated  One  ! 
Breath  of  life  !  Thine  aid  impart, 
Waken  every  slumbering  heart, 
Every  grovelling  soul  refine, 
With  Thy  power  and  grace  divine. 

2  Sanctifier !  seal  our  hearts 
With  the  truth  Thy  word  imparts  ; 
Sacred  truths  and  themes  instil, 
And  Thy  pleasure  all  fulfil ; 
There  let  Christ  replace  His  throne, 
And  possess  us  for  His  own, 

Till  our  bodies  all  shall  be 
Temples  to  Thy  Deity  ! 

3  Everlasting  Spirit  !  come, 
Teach  us  life's  imperfect  sum  ; 
All  on  earth  is  dark  and  drear, 
Changeful  as  the  changing  year; 
Raise  our  souls  from  things  of  earth, 
Subjects  of  a  better  birth, 

And  our  song  shall  be  of  Thee, 
Through  a  blest  eternity  ! 

HYMN  146.  P.  M. 

HOLY  Spirit,  Lord  of  light, 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give  ; 
Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure, 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 


136  WHITSUNDAY. 

2  Thou  of  all  consolers  best, 

y    Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow  ; 
Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

3  Light  immortal,  Light  divine, 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill ; 
If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  can  stay, 

And  his  good  is  turn'd  to  ill. 

4  Thou  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 

In  Thy  sev'nfold  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  them  comfort  when  they  die, 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high, 

Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 

HYMN  147.  S.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come; 
Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


WHITSUNDAY.  131 

>Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  ever}'  part, 

And  new-create  the  whole. 


5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,   Son,  and  Thee. 


HYMX  148.  C.  M. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  token  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complain*.*. 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  a  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Pove, 
Will  safe  convoy  me  home. 
12  * 


138  TRINITY     SUNDAY. 


HYMN  149.  III.  1. 

HOLY  GHOST  !  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine; 
Long  hath  sin  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine, 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Ghost !  Thou  Lord  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 


TRINITY   SUNDAY. 

HYMN  150.  C.  M, 

HAIL  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  One  in  Three  we  know  ; 
By  all  Thy  heavenly  Host  adored, 
By  all  Thy  Church  below 


TRINITY     SUNDAY.  139 

2  One  undivided  Trinity, 

With  triumph  we  proclaim  ; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 
And  speaks  Thy  glorious  name. 

3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess  ; 

Thee,   holy  Son,   adore  : 
Thee,   Spirit  of  true  holiness, 
We  worship  evermore. 

4  Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord! 

Our  heavenly  song  shall  be  ; 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  Co-eternal  Three. 

HYMN  151.  S.  M. 

FATHER  in  whom  we  live, 
In  whom  we  are  and  move, 
The  glory,  power,  and  praise  receive, 
Of  Thy  creating  love. 

2  Incarnate  Deity 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  Thee, 
For  Thy  redeeming  grace. 

3  Spirit  of  holiness, 

Let  all  Thy  saints  adore, 
Thy  sacred  energy  and  bliss, 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

4  The  grace  to  sinners  show'd, 

Ye  heavenly  choirs  proclaim, 
And  cry  "  Salvation  to  our  God, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb." 


1  40  T IUNI  T  Y     8  U  N  D  A  Y. 

5  jSTot  angel  tongues  can  tell 
Thy  love's  ecstatic  height, 
The  glorious  joy  unspeakable, 
The  beatific  sight. 


6  Eternal,  Triune  Lord  : 

Let  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men  record 
And  dwell  upon  Thy  love. 

7  When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled, 

Before  Thy  glorious  face, 
Sing  all  the  saints  Thy  love  hath  made 
Thine  everlasting  praise. 


HYMN  152.  HI.  1- 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
God  of  Hosts  !  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 


2  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Thee, 
One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,   Son,  and  Spirit  !  we, 
Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore : 


TRINITY     SUNDAY.  141 

Lightly  by  the  world  esteem'd, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeerrrd, 
Sing  we  here  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy!     All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choirs  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransom'd  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Hearts  and  voices  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  Throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

HYMM  153.  III.  5. 

HOLY  Father,  great  Creator, 
Source  of  Mercy,  love  and  peace, 
Look  upon  the  Mediator, 

Clothe  us  with  His  righteousness  ; 

Heavenly  Father, 
Through  the  Saviour,  hear  and  bless. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  Lord  of  Glory, 

Whom  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
While  we  hear  Thy  wondrous  story, 
Meet  and  worship  in  Thy  name, 

Dear  Redeemer, 
In  our  hearts  Thy  peace  proclaim. 

3  Holy  Spirit,   Sanctifier, 

Come  with  unction  from  above, 
Raise  our  hearts  to  raptures  higher, 
Fill  them  with  the  Saviour's  love  ; 

Source  of  comfort, 
Cheer  us  with  the  Saviour's  love. 


142  FAST     DAY. 

4  God  the  Lord,  through  every  nation 
Let  thy  wondrous  mercies  shine  ; 
In  the  song  of  Thy  salvation 
Every  tongue  and  race  combine  ; 

Great  Jehovah, 
Form  our  hearts,  and  make  them  Thine. 


HYMN  154.  C.  M. 

rpHE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
JL    And  bow'd  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim, 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  He,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 


FAST    DAY. 
HYMN  155.  C.  M. 

C10ME,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 
J  Whose  judgments  yet  delay  ; 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword, 
And  gives  us  time  to  pray, 


FAST     DAY.  143 

2  Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great 

But  let  us  not  despair  ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy-seat 
To  penitence  and  prayer. 

3  Kind  Intercessor,  to  Thy  love 

This  blessed  hope  we  owe  : 
Now  let  Thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

4  Though  justice  near  Thine  awful  throne 

Attends  Thy  dread  command, 
Lord,  hear  Thy  servants,  hear  Thy  Son, 
And  save  a  guilty  land. 


HYMN  156.  C.  M. 

During-  a  Pestilence. 

LET  the  land  mourn  through  all  its  coasts, 
And  humble  all  its  state  ; 
Princes  and  rulers,  at  their  posts, 
Awhile  sit  desolate. 

2  Let  priests  and  people,  high  and  low, 

Rich,  poor,  and  great  and  small, 
Invoke,  in  fellowship  of  woe, 
The  Maker  of  them  all. 

3  For  God  hath  summoned  from  his  place 

Death,  in  a  direr  form, 
To  waken,  warn,  and  scourge  our  race, 
Than  earthquake,  fire,  or  storm. 


144  FAST     DAY. 

4  Let  Churches  weep  within  their  pale, 

And  families  apart ; 
Let  each  in  secrecy  bewail 
The  plague  of  his  own  heart. 

5  So  while  the  land  bemoans  its  sin, 

The  pestilence  may  cease, 
And  mercy  tempering  wrath,  bring  in 
God's  blessed  health  and  peace. 


HYMN  157.  L.  M. 

During1  a  Pestilence. 

IT  is  the  Lord  !  —  Behold  His  hand 
Outstretch'd  with  an  afflictive  rod  ; 
And  hark  !  a  voice  goes  through  the  land, 
''Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God  !" 

2  Shall  we,  like  guilty  Adam,  hide 

In  darkest  shades  our  darker  fears  ? 
For  who  His  coming  may  abide  ? 

Or  who  shall  stand  when  He  appears  ? 

3  No, — Let  us  throng  around  His  seat ; 

No, — Let  us  meet  Him  face  to  face  ; 
Prostrate  our  spirits  at  His  feet, 
Confess  our  sins,  and  sue  for  grace. 

4  Who  knows  but  God  will  hear  our  cries, 

Turn  swift  destruction  from  our  path, 
Restrain  His  judgments,  or  chastise 
In  tender  mercy,  not  in  wrath  ? 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  145 

5  He  will,  He  will,  for  Jesus  pleads ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  His  love  record  ; 
For  us,  for  us,   He  intercedes  ; 

Our  help  is  nigh  :  — it  is  the  Lord  ! 

6  Into  His  hands  then  let  us  fall 

Come  health  or  sickness,  life  or  death  ; 
Whether  He  send  us  balm  for  gall, 
Or  immortality  for  breath. 


THANKSGIVING   DAY. 
HYMN  158.  C.  M. 

LORD,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead, 
And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear  ; 
Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  fresh  and  fading  year. 

2  The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 

The  summer  sun  and  air, 
The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain, 
All  Thine,  are  ours  by  prayer. 

3  Thine  too,  by  right,  and  ours,  by  grace, 

The  wondrous  growth  unseen, 
The  hopes  that  soothe,  the  fears  that  brace, 
The  love  that  shines  serene. 

4  So  grant  the  precious  things  brought  forth 

By  sun  and  moon  below, 
That  Thee  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth, 
We  never  mav  forego. 
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146  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 


HYMN  159.  L.  M. 

GREAT  G-od,  as  seasons  disappear, 
And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year ; 
As  time  with  rapid  pinions  flies, 
May  every  season  make  us  wise. 

2  Long  has  Thy  favour  crown'd  our  days, 
And  summer  shed  again  its  rays  ; 

No  deadly  cloud  our  sky  has  veil'd ; 
No  blasting  winds  our  path  assail 'd. 

3  Our  harvest  months  have  o'er  us  roll'd 
And  fill'd  our  fields  with  waving  gold ; 
Our  tables  spread,  our  garners  stor'd  ! 
Where  are  our  hearts  to  praise  the  Lord  ? 

4  The  solemn  harvest  comes  apace, 
The  closing  day  of  life  and  grace  : 
Time  of  decision,  awful  hour  ! 
Around  it  let  no  tempests  lower ! 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
Like  stars  in  heaven  to  rise  and  shine ; 
Then  shall  our  happy  souls  above 
Reap  the  full  harvest  of  Thy  love  ! 


HYMN  160.  C.  M. 

jrpiS  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

JL    God  of  eternal  power  ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  Thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  lower. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  147 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad  ; 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  Thine  ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  fountains  of  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


HYMN  161.  P.  M. 

THE  God  of  harvest  praise  ; 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 
Hand,  heart,  and  voice  ; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 
The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  His  Holy  Name, 

And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth  : 


148  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely  —  but  be  not 
His  benefits  forgot, 
Amid  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices,  raise 

With  sweet  accord  ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord.. 

HYMN  162.  C.  M. 

LORD,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray 
Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
O  hear  us  for  our  native  land, 
The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  0  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe  ; 

With  peace  our  borders  bless, 
Our  cities  with  prosperity, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  Thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  sing 
That  Christ  hath  made  us  free. 

4  Lord  of  the  nation,  thus  to  Thee 

Our  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  Thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust, 
Her  everlasting  friend. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  149 


HYMN  163.  II.  4. 

BEFORE  the  Lord  we  bow, 
The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below, 
Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
Our  thanks  we  bring. 
In  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise 
To  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  Thou  hast  blest, 

May  well  Thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 
Protected  by  Thy  care. 

For  this  fair  land, 

For  this  bright  day, 

Our  thanks  we  pay, — 

Gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green, 

Shine  in  Thy  word's  pure  light, 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen ! 

May  every  tongue 

Be  tun'd  to  praise, 

And  join  to  raise 

A  grateful  song. 

4  Earth  !  hear  Thy  Maker's  voice, 

The  great  Redeemer  own, 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 

And  worship  Him  alone, 
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150  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

Cast  down  thy  pride, 
Thy  sin  deplore, 
And  bow  before 
The  Crucified. 


And  when  in  power  He  comes, 

O  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band. 
A  countless  throng 
Ever  to  sing, 
To  Heaven's  high  king- 
Salvation's  song. 


HYMN  164.  III.  1. 

After  a  Pestilence. 

WALKING  on  the  winged  wind, 
Fear  before  Him,  Death  behind, 
When  the  Lord  came  down  in  wrath, 
Clouds  and  darkness  girt  his  path. 

2  Thence  abroad  His  arrows  flew, 
Thick  and  fast  they  smote  and  slew ; 
We  in  dust  and  ashes  lay, 

None  could  help,  but  all  could  pray. 

3  Prayer  prevail'd  amidst  despair, 
God  delights  to  answer  prayer ; 
Judgment  laid  its  terrors  by, 
Mercy  beam'd  o'er  earth  and  sky. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  151 

4  Now  be  sorrow  turn'd  to  song, 
Let  the  bruised  reed  grow  strong, 
Smoking  flax  break  forth  and  blaze, 
Prayer  transform  itself  to  praise. 

5  Let  the  living  now  record 

All  the  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
Him  let  the  redeem'd  adore, 
Go  in  peace,  and  sin  no  more. 


HYMN  165.  II.  4. 

After  a  Pestilence. 

SING  Hallelujah;  sing 
Glory  to  God  alone  ! 
Bring  your  oblations,  bring 

Thank-offerings  to  the  throne ; 
Take  words  of  joy,  of  comfort  take, 
Awake  to  love,  to  life  awake. 

2  The  Lord  put  forth  His  hand, 

He  touched  us  and  we  died  ; 
Vengeance  went  through  the  land, 

But  mercy  walk'd  beside  ; 
He  heard  our  prayers  :   He  saw  our  tears, 
And  stay'd  the  plague  and  quell'd  our  fears. 

3  What  shall  we  give  to  Thee, 

O  Thou  whose  purer  eyes 
Behold  iniquity 

In  man's  best  sacrifice  ? 
Ourselves  we  give,  but  rest  our  claim 
On  Christ,  and  know  none  other  Name. 


152         BAPTISM    AND    CONFIRMATION. 

4  For  Jesus'  sake  forgive 

Thy  people,  Lord,  and  spare, 
To  Him  and  Thee  to  live, 

For  Thine  and  His  we  are  ; 
Thy  quickening  Spirit  gave  us  breath, 
Thy  Son,  by  death,  has  conquer'd  death. 


BAPTISM   AND    CONFIR- 
MATION. 

HYMN  166.  P.  M. 

BLESSED  Jesus,  here  we  stand, 
Met  to  do  as  Thou  hast  spoken, 
And  this  child  at  thy  command 

To  the  Font  we  bring,  in  token 
That  to  Thee  it  here  is  given ; 
For  of  such  shall  be  Thy  heaven. 

2  Yes,  Thy  warning  voice  is  plain, 

And  we  fain  would  heed  it  duly, 
"He  who  is  not  born  again, 

Heart  and  life  renewing  truly, 
Born  of  water  and  the  Spirit, 
Shall  My  kingdom  ne'er  inherit." 

3  Therefore  hasten  we  to  Thee, 

Take  the  pledge  we  bring,  oh  !  take  it ; 
Let  us  here  Thy  glory  see, 

And  in  tender  pity  make  it 
Now  Thy  child,  and  leave  it  never ; 
Thine  on  earth  and  Thine  forever. 


BAPTISM     AND     CONFIRMATION.         153 

4  Make  it,   Christ,  Thy  member  now, 

Shepherd,  take  Thy  lamb  and  feed  it, 
Prince  of  Peace,  its  peace  be  Thou, 

Way  of  Life,  to  Heaven,  oh  !  lead  it ; 
Yine,  this  branch  may  nothing  sever, 
Be  it  grafPd  in  Thee  forever. 

5  Now  upon  Thy  heart  it  lies, 

What  our  hearts  so  dearly  treasure ; 
Heavenward  lead  our  burden'd  sighs, 

Pour  Thy  blessings  without  measure  ; 
Write  the  name  we  now  have  given  ; 
Write  it  in  the  book  of  Heaven. 

HYMN  167.  C.  M. 

MY  God  !  the  covenant  of  Thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure  ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  Thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home  : 

3  I  welcome  all  Thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  Thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  mv  fainting  heart. 


154         BAPTISM    AND     CONFIRMATION. 


HYMN  168.  C.  if. 

MY  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  Thee  decline. 


2  Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold  I  prostrate  fall  ; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  Thine  own  ; 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  worship  at  Thy  throne  ! 

4  May  the  dear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove  ; 

That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 

The  purchase  of  Thy  love  ! 

5  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  Thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 

HYMN  169.  C.  M. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 
In  willing  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 


the   lord's   supper.  155 

2  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  My  face, 

Is  sure  My  love  to  gain  ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  My  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

3  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  Thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

4  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Yain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  seek  my  highest  joys, 
And  here  true  bliss  1  find. 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

HYMN  170.  L.  M. 

jrpWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
J_    When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  Him  to  His  foes  : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd,  and  brake  : 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake  ! 

3  "  This  is  My  body,  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;  " 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine  : 
"This  the  new  covenant  in  My  blood." 


156  the   lord's  supper. 

4  Jesus  !  Thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  171.  C.  M. 

QHEPHERD  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless 
O  Thy  chosen  pilgrim  flock, 
With  manna  in  the  wilderness, 
With  water  from  the  rock. 


2  Hungry  and  thirsty,  faint  and  weak, 

As  Thou  when  here  below, 
Our  souls  the  joys  celestial  seek 
Which  from  Thy  sorrows  flow. 

3  We  would  not  live  by  bread  alone, 

But  by  that  word  of  grace, 
In  strength  of  which  we  travel  on 
To  our  abiding  place. 

4  Be  known  to  us  in  breaking  bread, 

But  do  not  then  depart, 
Saviour  abide  with  us  and  spread 
Thy  table  in  our  heart. 

5  Lord  sup  with  us  in  love  divine  ; 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood, 
That  living  bread,  that  heavenly  wine, 
Be  our  immortal  food. 


THE    lord's    supper.  157 


HYMN  172.  C.  M. 

OGOD  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 
Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus  inspir'd  with  holy  fear, 
Before  thine  altar  kneel. 


2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  Thy  love  ; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow, 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat  the  Body  of  the  Lord, 
Our  drink  His  precious  Blood. 

4  Thus  may  we  all  Thy  words  obey, 

For  we,  0  God,  are  Thine  ; 
And  go  rejoicing  in  our  way, 
Renew 'd  with  strength  divine. 


HYMN  173.  III.  2. 

BREAD  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed, 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed, 
With  the  true  and  living  Bread  : 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  that  died. 
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158  THE     LORD'S     SUPPER. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
?Tis  thy  wounds  my  healing  give  ; 
To  Thy  cross  I  look  and  live  : 
Rooted,  grounded,  grafPd  in  Thee, 
A  living  branch  0  let  me  be. 

HYMN  174.  P.  M. 

BREAD  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead  : 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  Thy  Feast  to  us,  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

HYMN  175.  L.  M. 

LORD,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  Lord,  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
I  yield  to  Thee  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  Thine  own,  withheld  too  long ; 
Accept  my  heart,  inspire  my  song. 

3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransonrd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 


THE    lord's    supper.  159 

4  Thine  would  I  live,  and  Thine  would  die, 
Be  Thine  thro'  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

5  Be  Thou  the  witness  of  my  vow  ; 
Angels  and  men  behold  me  now, 
While  to  Thy  table  I  repair, 
And  seal  the  sacred  covenant  there. 

6  Here,  by  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God  ; 
Thee,  my  sole  Master,  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

7  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm, 
The  great  engagement  to  perform; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

HYMN  176.  C.  M. 

FOR  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 
Which  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus'  my  Redeemer's  hands, 
My  soul,  what  canst  thou  give  ? 

2  Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  Him  forth  ? 
My  best  is  stained  and  dyed  with  sin, 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make 

For  all  He  has  bestow'd  ; 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 


160  THE    LORD'S     SUPPER. 

4  The  best  return  for  one  like  me, 
So  wretched  and  so  poor, 
Is  from  His  gifts  to  draw  a  plea, 
And  ask  him  still  for  more. 

HYMN  177.  C.  M. 

LORD,  may  the  spirit  of  Thy  feast, 
The  earnest  of  Thy  love, 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  The  healing  sense  of  pardon'd  sin, 

The  hope  that  never  tires, 
The  strength  a  pilgrim's  race  to  win, 
The  joy  that  heaven  inspires  : 

3  Still  may  their  light  our  duties  trace 

In  lines  of  hallow'd  flame, 
Like  that  upon  the  prophet's  face, 
When  from  the  mount  he  came. 

4  But  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share, 
Nor  at  the  sacred  board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer ; 

5  Forget  us  not,  when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste. 

6  Forget  not,  Thou  that  bar'st  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below, 
Have  thus  remember'd  Thee. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  161 

HYMN  178.  C.  M. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 

2  0,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell ; 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe  ! 

3  While  jet  in  anguish  He  surveyed 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
"What  love  His  latest  words  display'd  ; 
"Meet  and  remember  me!" 

4  Remember  Thee,  Thy  death,  Thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
0  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

ORDINATION     AND     INSTITUTION     OF 
MINISTERS. 

HYMN  179.  C.  M. 

HOW  beautiful  the  feet  that  bring 
The  gladsome  tidings  here  ! 
What  gracious  messengers  e'en  now 
To  our  blest  eyes  appear  ! 
14*  L 


1G2  VARIOUS     OCCASIONS. 

2  Thy  servants  speak  —  Thou  only  canst 

The  hearing  ear  bestow  : 
They  smite  the  rock  —  but  thou  alone 
Dost  bid  the  waters  flow. 

3  They  seek  —  but  only  Thou  hast  skill 

To  bring  lost  wanderers  home  : 
They  call — but  'tis  Thy  love  compels, 
And  then  th'  invited  come. 

4  Lord,  Thou  art  with  them  of  a  truth, 

Lest  we  should  go  astray ; 
The  twelve  bright  banners  go  before 
And  show  us  Canaan's  way. 

5  Bless  we  our  God,  wTho  grants  us  here 

To  sing  in  Sion's  ways  ! 
Oh  when,  on  heavenly  Sion's  hill, 
When  shall  we  sing  Thy  praise  ? 

HYMN  180.  C.  M. 

LORD,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless, 
That  they  may  faithful  be, 
To  preach  the  truth  in  righteousness, 
And  sinners  win  to  Thee. 

2  Uphold  them  by  Almighty  power, 

Thy  strength  divine  impart, 
And,  in  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 
Cheer  Thou  their  fainting  heart. 

3  In  holy  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

O  keep  them  near  Thy  sfde  ; 
May  they  with  loving  zeal  declare 
A  Saviour  crucified  ! 


VARIOUS     OCCASIONS.  163 

4  Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  draw  near, 
Thy  Spirit  now  be  given  ; 
That  they  who  preach,  and  those  who  hear, 
May  sing  Thy  praise  in  heaven. 


HYMN  181.  C.  M. 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 


'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 
The  pastor's  care  demands, 

But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 


3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls,  which  must  forever  live, 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  should'st  Thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Eedeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  Thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  thev  mav  watch  for  Thee. 


164  VARIOUS     OCCASIONS. 


HYMN  182.  L.M. 

POUR  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 
Lord,  Thine  assembled  servants  bless ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  Thy  temple,  when  we  stand 

To  teach  the  truth,  as  taught  by  Thee ; 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand, 
Let  Thine  anointed  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness,  from  above, 
To  bear  Thy  people  on  our  heart, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  Thou  dost  love : — 

4  To  watch,  and  pray,  and  never  faint, 

By  day  and  night,  strict  guard  to  keep, 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 

Nourish  Thy  lambs,  and  feed  Thy  sheep  ; 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 

In  humble  hope  our  charge  resign  ; 

When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

0  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  Thine. 


CONSECRATION     OF    A    CHURCH. 
HYMN  183.  L.  M. 

HERE,  in  Thy  name,  Eternal  God, 
We  build  this  earthly  house  for  Thee  ; 
O  make  it  now  Thy  fix'd  abode, 
And  holy  let  Thy  temple  be. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  1G5 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  Thou,  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  nearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son ; 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 

Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  heaven,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna,  let  the  angels  sing. 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart : 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

HYMN  184.  C.  M. 

GEE  AT  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear; 
Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  Thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Show  us  the  tokens  of  Thy  love, 
Our  feeble  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 


1166  MISSIONS. 

3  Within  these  walls  be  holy  peace  ; 

Thy  mercy  here  reveal ; 
Here  give  the  burden'd  soul  release, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal ! 

4  The  hearing  ear,  the  watchful  eye, 

The  contrite  heart  bestow ; 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  Thy  word, 

In  faith  address  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  Here  may  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Enforced  by  grace  divine, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 
And  bend  their  wills  to  Thine. 


MISSIONS. 

HYMN  185.  P.  M. 

SEND  out  Thy  light  and  truth,  0  God  ! 
With  sound  of  trumpet  from  above  ; 
Break  not  the  nations  with  Thy  rod, 
But  draw  them  as  with  cords  of  love  ; 
Justice  and  mercy  meet ; 

The  work  is  well  begun, 
Through  every  clime  their  feet, 
Who  bring  glad  tidings,  run  ; 
In  earth,  as  heaven,  Thy  will  be  done 


MISSIONS.  169 

Before  Thee  every  idol  fall, 

Rend  the  false  prophet's  veil  of  lies  ; 
The  fulness  of  the  Gentiles  call, 
Be  Israel  sav'd,  let  Jacob  rise  : 
Thy  Kingdom  come  indeed, 

Thy  church  with  union  bless, 
All  scripture  be  her  creed, 
And  every  tongue  confess 
One  Lord, — the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

Xow  for  the  travail  of  His  soul, 

Messiah's  peaceful  reign  advance  ; 
From  sea  to  sea,  from  pole  to  pole, 
He  claims  His  pledg'd  inheritance  : 
0  Thou  most  mighty  !   gird 

Thy  sword  upon  Thy  thigh, — 
That  two-edg'd  sword — Thy  word, 
By  which  Thy  foes  shall  die, 
Then  be  new-born  beneath  Thine  eye. 

So  perish  all  Thine  enemies, 

Their  enmity  alone  be  slain  ; 
Them,  in  the  arms  of  mercy  seize, 

Breathe,  and  their  souls  shall  come  again  : 
So  may  Thy  friends  at  length, 

Oft  smitten,  oft  laid  low, 
Forth,  like  the  sun  in  strength, 
Conquering,  to  conquer  go, 
Till  to  Thy  throne  all  nations  flow. 

HYMX  186.  L.  M. 

ABM  of  the  Lorl,  awake,   awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength  !  the  nations  shake  ! 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see, 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 


1  68  MISSIONS. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
I  am  Jehovah  —  God  alone  ! 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God  I  Thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land,  of  every  name ; 

Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come ; 

Oh  !  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  Thy  strength  !  the  nations  shake  ! 
Let  hostile  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  187.  P.  M. 

THOU,  whose  Almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 
And  took  their  flight ! 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray ; 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
Let  there  be  light ! 

Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  spirit-blind, 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light ! 


MISSIONS.  169 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight ! 
Move  on  the  water's  face, 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Wherever  souls  abide, 
Boundless  as  ocean  wide, 
Rolling  its  fullest  tide, 

Let  there  be  light! 

HYMX  188,  C.  M. 

FATHER  of  all,  from  whom  we  trace 
Our  universal  kind, 
Teach  us  to  all  of  human  race 
To  show  a  brother's  mind. 

2  Saviour  of  men  !  'twas  Thine  the  pain 

Of  death  for  all  to  bear ; 
In  concord  all  thy  followers  train, 
One  hallowed  name  to  share. 

3  0  Spirit !  who  the  chosen  fold 

Dost  wash  with  heav'nly  dew, 
Grant  Thou,  that  all  the  truth  who  hold 
May  peace  with  all  pursue. 

4  0  let  mankind  in  love  agree, 

Sons  of  one  parent  stock ! 
But,  chief,  may  Christian  verity 
Unite  the  Christian  flock. 
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nO  MISSIONS. 

5  May  truth  to  all  that  hear  its  sound 
A  bond  of  union  prove, 
And  fellowship  of  faith  be  crown'd 
With  fellowship  of  love. 


HYMN  189.  C.  M. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust, 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 


2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  South,  "  Give  up  thy  charge," 
And  "keep  not  back,  O  North!" 

4  They  come,  they  come  ;  thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 


5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  the  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 


MISSIONS.  171 


HYMN  190.  HI.  5. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze  ! 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ; 

Morn  of  gladness  ! 
Let  thy  glorious  dawn  appear. 

Let  the  dark  benighted  pagan, 
Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 

That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary ; 

Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  Redemption 
Freely  purchased  rule  the  day. 

Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  : 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

HYMN  191.  S.  M. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Thy  needy  servants'  cry  ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 


H2  MISSIONS. 

2  On  Thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view ; 
The  harvest,  Lord,  is  truly  great, 
The  labourers  are  few. 

3  Anoint  and  send  forth  more 

Into  Thy  Church  abroad, 
Thy  Spirit  on  their  spirits  pour, 
And  make  them  strong  for  God. 

4  0  let  them  spread  Thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

HYMN  192.  C.  M. 

WORKMAN  of  God  !  0  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

2  0  bless'd  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  And  bless'd  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

4  0  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  ! 

0  learn  to  lose  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  His  road. 


MISSIONS.  1T3 

5  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God, 
And  right  the  day  must  win ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 

HYMN  193.  L.  M. 

YE  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  your  labours  all  are  o'er 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  Messiah  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  194.  L.  M. 

Ezekiel  xlvh.  8,  9. 

GREAT  Source  of  being  and  of  love, 
Thou  waterest  all  the  worlds  above, 
And  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
From  Thine  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 

2  A  sacred  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
From  Zion's  mount,  in  Canaan's  land, 
Beside  Thy  temple,  cleaves  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  limpid  stream  around. 
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174  PARISH    AND    SUNDAY    SCHOOLS. 

3  The  limpid  stream,  with  sudden  force 
Swells  to  a  river  in  its  course  ; 
Through  desert  realms  its  windings  play, 
And  scatter  blessings  all  the  way. 

4  Close  by  its  banks,  in  order  fair, 
The  blooming  trees  of  life  appear  ; 
Their  blossoms  fragrant  odours  give, 
And  on  their  fruit  the  nations  live. 

5  To  the  dead  sea  the  waters  flow, 
And  carry  healing  as  they  go  ; 

Its  poisonous  woes  their  power  confess, 
And  all  its  shores  the  fountain  bless. 

6  Flow,  wondrous  stream,  with  glory  crown'd, 
Flow  on  to  earth's  remotest  bound ; 

And  bear  us  on  thy  gentle  wave 
To  Him  who  all  thy  virtues  gave. 


PARISH    AND    SUNDAY 
SCHO  OLS. 

HYMN  195.  IV.  1. 

OCOME,  let  us  raise 
Our  tribute  of  song ; 
Thanksgiving  and  praise 

To  Jesus  belong ; 
He  came  from  above 
Our  bliss  to  begin, 
Make  perfect  in  love, 
And  free  us  from  sin. 


PARISH   AND    BtUNDAY   SCHOOLS.  175 

The  old  and  the  young, 

His  people  by  choice, 
With  heart,  soul,  and  tongue, 

In  Him  may  rejoice  ; 
We  meet  Him  to-day 

Triumphantly  crown'd, 
And  welcome  His  way, 

In  chorus  around. 

Hosanna  !  —  that  word 

To  children  is  dear ; 
To  Jesus  our  Lord, 

We'll  echo  it  here  ; 
Let  worldlings  despise, 

And  enemies  rail, 
Hosannas  shall  rise, 

Hosannas  prevail. 

God's  temple  shall  ring, 

While  under  His  eye, 
Hosanna  we  sing, 

For  Jesus  draws  nigh  : 
Hosanna  !  our  breath 

Through  life  shall  proclaim  ; 
Hosanna  !  in  death, 

In  glory,  the  same ! 


HYMN  196.  II.  6. 

WHEN  His  salvation  bringing 
To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 
Hosanna  to  His  name  ; 


116  PARISH   AND    SUNDAY    SCHOOLS. 

Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  went  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 

And  smiPd  to  hear  their  song. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  they  sang. 


And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  to  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill ; 
We'll  flock  around  His  banner 

"Who  sits  upon  His  throne, 
And  cry  aloud  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son  : 

Hosanna  to  Jesus  we'll  sing. 


For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones  our  silence  shaming 

Would  their  Hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  our  Kino*. 


HYMN  197.  HI.  3. 

WHAT  a  strange  and  wondrous  story, 
From  the  Book  of  God  is  read  — 
How  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 


PARISH   AND   SUNDAY   SCHOOLS.  HI 

2  How  He  left  His  throne  in  heaven, 

Here  to  suffer,  bleed,  and  die, 
That  my  soul  might  be  forgiven, 
And  ascend  to  God  on  high. 

3  Father  !  let  Thy  Holy  Spirit 

Still  reveal  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  prepare  me  to  inherit 
Glory  where  He  reigns  above ; 

4  There,  with  saints  and  angels  dwelling, 

May  I  that  great  love  proclaim, 
And  with  them  be  ever  telling, 
All  the  wonders  of  His  name. 


HYMN  198.  C.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power, 
The  justice  and  the  grace, 
That  joined  in  counsel  to  restore, 
And  save  our  ruined  race. 

2  Blest  be  the  Lord  that  sent  His  Son 

To  take  our  flesh  and  blood  : 

He  for  our  lives  gave  up  His  own, 

To  make  our  peace  with  God. 

3  He  honoured  all  His  Father's  laws, 

Which  we  have  disobey'd  ; 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  cross, 

And  our  full  ransom  paid. 

4  Behold  Him  rising  from  the  grave, 

Behold  Him  raised  on  high  : 
He  pleads  His  merits  there  to  save 
Transgressors  doom'd  to  die. 

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178         PARISH   AND    SUNDAY   SCHOOLS. 

HYMN  199.  L.  M. 

OLORD,  behold  before  Thy  throne 
A  band  of  children  lowly  bend  ; 
Thy  face  we  seek,  Thy  name  we  own, 
And  pray  that  Thou  wilt  be  our  friend. 

2  Thou  didst  on  earth  the  young  receive, 

And  gently  fold  them  to  Thy  breast, 
And  say  that  such  in  heaven  should  live, 
For  ever  safe,  for  ever  blest. 

3  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid  impart, 

That  He  may  teach  us  how  to  pray ; 
Make  us  sincere,  and  let  each  heart 
Delight  to  tread  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  Oh,  let  Thy  grace  our  souls  renew, 

And  seal  a  sense  of  pardon  there  ; 
Teach  us  Thy  will  to  know  and  do, 
And  let  us  all  Thine  image  bear. 

HYMN  200. 

IN  the  vineyard  of  our  Father, 
Daily  work  we  find  to  do  ; 
Scattered  gleanings  we  may  gather, 
Though  we  are  but  young  and  few ; 

Little  clusters 
Help  to  fill  the  garners,  too. 

2  Toiling  early  in  the  morning, 

Catching  moments  through  the  day, 
Nothing  small  or  lowly  scorning 

While  we  work,  and  watch,  and  pray  ; 

Gathering  gladly 
Free-will  offerings  by  the  way. 


PARISH    AND    SUNDAY    SCHOOLS.  179 

Not  for  selfish  praise  or  glory, 

Not  for  objects  nothing  worth, 
But  to  send  the  blessed  story 

Of  the  Gospel,  o'er  the  earth, 
Telling  mortals 

Of  our  Lord  and  Saviour's  birth. 

Up  and  ever  at  our  calling, 
Till  in  death  our  lips  are  dumb, 

Or  till  —  sin's  dominion  falling  — 
Christ  shall  in  His  kingdom  come, 

And  his  children 
Reach  their  everlasting  home. 

Steadfast  then  in  our  endeavor 

Heavenly  Father,  may  we  be  ; 
And  forever,   and  forever, 

We  will  give  the  praise  to  Thee  ; 
Hallelujah 

Singing,  all  eternity. 


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HYMN  201.  HI.  2. 

ORDS  are  things  of  little  cost, 


Quickly  spoken,  quickly  lost : 
We  forget  them,  but  they  stand 
Witnesses  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  their  testimony  bear 
For  us,   or  against  us  there. 

Oh,  how  often  ours  have  been 
Idle  words  and  words  of  sin  ! 
Words  of  anger,  scorn,  or  pride, 
Or  deceit,  our  faults  to  hide, 
Envious  tales,  or  strife  unkind, 
Leaving  bitter  thoughts  behind. 


180  PARISH   AND   SUNDAY   SCHOOLS. 

3  Grant  us,  Lord,  from  day  to  day, 
Strength  to  watch,  and  grace  to  pray  : 
May  our  lips,  from  sin  kept  free, 
Love  to  speak  and  sing  of  Thee ; 
Till  in  heaven  we  learn  to  raise 
Hymns  of  everlasting  praise. 

HYMN  202.  S.  M. 

BEWARE  of  Peter's  word, 
Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  the  Lord," 
But,  " Grant  I  never  may." 

2  Our  wisdom  is  to  seek 

Our  strength  in  God  alone, 
For  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  His  wings, 

And  in  His  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings  v 
Than  all  His  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  His  throne ; 
Whoever  says,  "I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

HYMN  203.  S.  M. 

WHAT  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do 
Who  feels  with  guilt  oppressed  ? 
There's  evil  that  I  never  knew 
Before,  within  my  breast. 


INFANT     SCHOOLS.  181 

2  My  thoughts  are  vain,  ray  heart  is  hard, 

My  temper  apt  to  rise  ; 
And  when  I  seem  upon  my  guard 
It  takes  me  by  surprise. 

3  And  yet,  if  I  begin  to  pray, 

And  lift  my  feeble  cry, 
Some  thoughts  of  folly,  or  of  play, 
Prevent  me  when  I  try. 

4  How  often  in  thy  Church  I've  heard 

Of  Jesus  and  of  heaven, 
Yet  scarcely  listened  to  Thy  Word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiven. 

5  Oh  !  look  with  pity  in  Thine  eye 

Upon  a  heart  so  hard  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  slight  a  feeble  cry, 
Or  show  it  no  regard. 


INFANT     SCHOOLS. 
HYMX  204.  P.  M. 

A  ROUSD  the  throne  of  God  in  Heaven 

J\  Thousands  of  children  stand, 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band, 
Singing  —  Glory!  glory!  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 

See  every  one  arrayed, 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  cannot  fade. 
Singing  —  Glory!  glory!  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

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182  INFANT    SCHOOLS. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing  —  Glory  !  glory!  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin, 
Bath'd  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood 

Behold  them  white  and  clean. 
Singing  —  Glory!  glory!  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  lov'd  His  name; 

So  now  they  see  Him  face  to  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

Singing  —  Glory!  glory!  glory 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


HYMN  205.  P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  bright,  bright 

as  day. 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 


INFANT     SCHOOLS.  183 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land,  come,  come  away  ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand,  why  still  delay? 

0,   we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land,  beams  ev'ry  eye; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand,  love  cannot  die. 

0,  then  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 
We  reign  for  ave. 


HYMX  206.  III.  1. 

LITTLE  travellers  Zionward, 
Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  His  followers  win- 
Lift  your  heads  ye  golden  gates  ! 
Let  the  little  travellers  in. 


Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Xow  have  reach'd  that  heavenly  seat, 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I,  from  Greenland's  frozen  land  ;  n 

"  I,  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;  " 
"I,  from  Afric's  burning  sand  ;  " 

" 1,  from  islands  of  the  main." 


184  INFANT    SCHOOLS. 

3  "All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  ! " 
Each  the  welcome  "  Come  "  awaits, 

11  Conqueror  over  death  and  sin  ! ,? 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  1 


HYMN  207.  IV.  3. 

I  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  He  call'd  little  children  as  lambs  to  His  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 


I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  plac'd  on  my  head, 
That  His  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when 
He  said, 
"Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 


3  Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above  ; 


4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  is  gone  to  prepare 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
Full  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. " 


CHARITABLE     OCCASIONS.  185 

5  But  thousands  and  thousands  who  wander  and 

fall, 
Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home  ; 
I   wish   they   could   know   there   is   room    for 
them  all, 
And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 

6  And  oh,  how  I  long  for  that  glorious  time, 

The  sweetest  and  brightest  and  best, 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime, 
Shall  crowd  to  His  arms  and  be  blest  I 


CHARITABLE    OCCASIONS. 

HYMN  208.  S.  M. 

SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown : 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 
16  * 


186  CHARITABLE     OCCASIONS. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain; 

Cold,  heat,   and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 


HYMN  209.  C.  M. 

TESUS,  My  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace ! 
Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  a  tribute  meet  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 
Exalted  Thou  dost  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 


3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thy  grace  ; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  name, 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  with  cheer ; 
And  in  .their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  I  hear. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

I  in  Thy  poor  would  see; 
0  let  me  rather  beg  my  bread, 
Than  keep  it  back  from  Thee. 


CHARITABLE     OCCASIONS.  18T 


HYMX  210.  L.  M. 

WHEX  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives  ; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
By  works  of  love,  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


HYMX  211.  C.  M. 

LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  love's  treasures  still  be  spent, 

Like  His,  upon  the  poor : 
Like  Him  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 


188  AT     SEA. 

2  For  Thou  hast  plac'd  us  side  by  side, 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill, 
And,  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 

The  poor  are  with  us  still. 
Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make, 

But  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord  ! 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 

They  lose  not  their  reward. 


AT   SEA. 


HYMN  212.  III.  1. 

LORD,  go  with  us,  and  we  go 
Safely  through  the  weariest  length, 
Travelling,  if  Thou  will'st  it  so, 
In  the  greatness  of  Thy  strength. 


2  Through  the  day  and  through  the  dark, 
Over  land  and  over  sea, 
Speed  the  wheel,  and  steer  the  bark, 
Bring  us  where  we  fain  would  be. 


HYMN  213.  S.  M. 

OTHOTJ  who  didst  prepare 
The  ocean's  sounding  deep, 
And  bid  the  gathering  waters  there 
In  mighty  concourse  sweep: 


AT     SEA.  189 

Toss'd  in  our  reeling  bark 

On  this  tumultuous  sea, 
Thy  wondrous  ways,  0  Lord,  we  mark, 

And  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee. 


3  Borne  on  the  stormy  wave, 
In  measured  sweep  we  go, 
Nor  dread  th'  unfathomable  grave 
That  ever  yawns  below. 


4  Jesus  is  nigh  who  trod 

Of  old  that  foaming  spray, 
Whose  billows  own'd  th'  Incarnate  God, 
And  died  in  calm  away. 


5  Though  swells  the  threatening  tide 
Mounting  to  heaven  above, 
We  know  in  whom  our  souls  confide, 
And  fearless  trust  His  love. 


6  Snatch 'd  from  a  darker  deep, 
And  waves  of  wilder  foam, 
Thou,  Lord,  our  trusting  souls  shalt  keep 
And  waft  them  safely  home  ; 


T  Home  where  no  tempests  sound, 
Nor  angry  waters  roar, 
Nor  troublous  billows  heave  around 
Th>  eternal,  peaceful  shore. 


190  AT    SEA. 


HYMN  214.  III.  5. 

GOD  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth, 
Robed  in  His  own  glorious  light ; 
God  hath  robed  Him,  and  He  reign eth  ; 
He  hath  girded  Him  with  might : 

Hallelujah ! 
God  is  King  in  depth  and  height. 


Lord  !  the  water-floods  have  lifted, 
Ocean-floods  have  raised  their  roar, 

Now  they  pause  where  they  have  drifted, 
Now  they  burst  upon  the  shore : 

Hallelujah  ! 
From  the  ocean's  sounding  store. 


3  With  all  tones  of  waters  blending 
Glorious  is  the  breaking  deep ; 
Glorious,  beauteous  without  ending, 
God  who  reigns  on  heaven's  high  steep. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Songs  of  ocean  never  sleep. 


4  Lord  !  the  words  Thy  lips  are  telling 
Are  the  perfect  verity ; 
Of  Thine  high,  eternal  dwelling 
Holiness  shall  inmate  be  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Pure  is  all  that  lives  with  Thee. 


FUNERALS.  191 

FUNERALS. 

HYMN  215.  L.  Iff. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh  !  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  painful  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
Xo  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh  !  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  fat*  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
Erom  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

HYMN  216.  C.  M. 

NOT  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep  ; 
Their  sorrows  now  are  o'er  ; 
The  sea  is  calm,  the  tempest  past, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 


192  FUNERALS. 

2  Their  peace  is  sealed,  their  rest  is  sure, 

Within  that  better  home  ; 

Awhile  we  weep  and  linger  here, 

Then  follow  to  the  tomb. 

3  And  though  no  visioned  dream  of  bliss, 

Nor  trance  of  rapture  show 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  from  human  woe  ; 

4  Jesus  !  our  shadowy  path  illume, 

And  teach  the  chastened  mind 
To  welcome  all  that's  left  of  good, 
To  all  that's  lost  resigned. 

HYMN  217.  S.  M. 

QERVANT  of  God,  well  done  ! 
O  Thy  glorious  warfare's  past ; 
The  battle's  fought,  the  race  is  won, 
And  thou  art  crowned  at  last. 

2  In  condescending  love, 

Thy  ceaseless  prayer  He  heard  ; 
And  bade  thee  suddenly  remove 
To  thy  complete  reward. 

3  With  saints  enthroned  on  high, 

Thou  dost  thy  Lord  proclaim, 
And  still  to  God  salvation  cry  — 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! 

4  0  happy,  happy  soul  ! 

Henceforth,  whate'er  thy  place, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  rolL 
To  see  thy  Saviour's  face. 


FUNERALS.  193 

Redeemed  from  earth  and  pain, 

Ah  !  when  shall  we  ascend, 
And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 

With  our  translated  friend  ? 


HYMN  218.  III.  1. 

THERE  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid, 
Jesus  watches  o'er  his  bed  ; 
There  in  certain  hope  to  lie 
Till  the  trumpet  shakes  the  sky. 


2  Once  more  safe  ;  the  race  is  run  ! 
Bright  and  brighter  was  the  sun, 
Till  the  shining  noon-day  glowed 
O'er  the  pilgrim's  heavenward  road. 


3  Yet  a  few  more  changing  days, 
Winter's  cold,  and  sun's  bright  rays  ; 
Yet  a  few  more  flowers  to  dress 
Earth's  prolific  wilderness  ! 


4  Then  from  the  believer's  tomb 

Light  of  heaven  shall  chase  the  gloom, 
While  the  charnel-house  shall  shake  ; 
First  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  wake. 


Glorious  hour  !  though  sons  of  men 
Know  not  how  and  know  not  when, 
Lord  !  'tis  thine  to  choose  the  day, 
Ours  to  wait,  and  watch,  and  pray. 
IT  n 


194  FUNERALS. 

HYMN  219.  P.  M. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb  ; 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portals  be- 
fore thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  we  no  longer  be- 

hold thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 

thy  side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 

thee, 
And  sinners   may  die,  for   the   Sinless  hath 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 
What  though  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  linger'd 

long  : 
The  sunshine  of  Paradise  beam'd  on  thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heard'st  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee, 
For  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian,  and 

Guide  : 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore 

thee ; 
And  death  hath  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  hath 

died. 


FUNERALS.  195 


HYMN  220.  III.  1. 

ti  QPIRIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay  ; 
O  Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath  ; 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away  ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolv'd  in  death  ! " 
Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies  ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 
And  the  ransom'd  captive  flies. 

2  "  Prisoner,  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe  ; 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest :  " 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave  !  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave  !  the  garner  of  the  skies, 
Every  relic  in  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise  ! 
Hark  !  the  judgment  trumpet  calls — . 

"  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay  ; 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day." 

HYMN  221.  S.  M. 

THE  voice  at  midnight  came  ; 
He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierc'd  his  frame, 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 


196  INVITATION. 

2  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

3  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  !  " 
He  woke  —  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye, 
Then  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 

4  His  spirit  with  a  bound, 

Left  its  encumbering  clay ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

5  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labour  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 


INVITATION. 

HYMN  222.  III.  5. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  : 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
And  His  heart  with  love  runs  o'er  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 


IN  VITA  II  ON.  197 

Come,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 
Without  money, 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger ; 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 
This  He  gives  you, 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Xot  the  righteous, 

Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies  ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  ! 
Hear  Him  cry,  before  He  dies, 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending 
Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  ; 

Venture  on  Him  —  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

Xone  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

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198  INVITATION. 

t   Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  courts  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  His  name ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

HYMN  223.  III.  5. 

COME,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted, 
Bow'd  with  fruitless  sorrow  down ; 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted, 

Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown ! 
Look  to  Jesus, 
Mercy  flows  from  Him  alone. 

2  Take  His  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it, 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet ; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 

While  His  wisdom  guides  your  feet 
Safe  to  glory, 
Where  His  ransom 'd  captives  meet. 

3  Sweet  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary, 

Light  to  newly  opened  eyes, 
Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary, 

Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies  : 
All  who  taste  it 
Shall  to  joys  immortal  rise. 

HYMN  224.  C.  M. 

LO  !  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 
He  calls,  He  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 


INVITATION.  199 

2  0  come,  and  with  His  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  His  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

3  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

4  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore  ; 
Oh !  come,  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  225.  L.  M. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0  lovely  Visitor  !     He  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands  : 
O  matchless  kindness,  for  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  But  will  He  prove  my  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  Friend  of  sinners  —  yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 


200  INVITATION. 


HYMN  228.  II.  6. 

COME  unto  Christ,  ye  weary, 
And  He  will  give  you  rest; 
Like  the  belov'd  disciple, 

Come,  lean  upon  His  breast ; 

There,  free  from  every  sorrow, 

Come,  and  forget  your  care  ; 

For  sin  shall  ne'er  o'ercome  you, 

Nor  grief  oppress  you  there. 

Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 

Your  great,  unchanging  Friend, 
"Whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Whose  love  shall  never  end  ; 
Whoe'er  my  word  receiving, 

Comes,  without  fear  or  doubt, 
Repenting  and  believing, 

"I  will  not  cast  him  out!" 

Say  not,  ye  are  too  evil 

So  great  a  boon  to  crave ; 
?Twas  sinners,  not  the  righteous, 

He  stooped  from  heaven  to  save  ; 
Then  come,  ye  heavy-laden ! 

From  all  your  sorrows  cease ; 
Come,  rest  upon  His  promise, 

Believe,  and  be  at  peace. 

HYMN  227.  P.  M. 

STRIVE,  for  the  way  is  strait 
In  which  the  Saviour  trod, 
And  narrow  is  the  gate 
That  leadeth  up  to  God. 


IX  VI T  ATI  0  N.  201 

Cut  off  th'  offending  hand, 

Pluck  out  th'  offending  eye  ; 
Turn  ye  at  God's  command  : 

Sinners,  why  will  ye  die  ? 

2  Strive,  for  there  are  but  few 

Who  find  the  living  way, 
And  why,  alas  !  will  you 

Still  blindly  go  astray  ? 
0,  shun  the  crowded  gate, 

Though  wide  it  seem  and  fair, 
'Twill  bring  you,  soon  or  late, 

To  anguish  and  despair. 

3  Strive,  ere  life's  setting  sun 

Shall  sink  in  thickest  gloom  : 
Strive,  night  is  coming  on, 

Ye  hasten  to  the  tomb. 
Ask,  mercy  shall  be  given  ; 

Seek,  as  for  hidden  gold ; 
Knock,  and  the  Lord  of  heaven 

The  gates  will  wide  unfold. 

HYMX  228.  C.  31. 

COME,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 
0,  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 
To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 


202  INVITATION. 

3  There's  room  within  the  church  below 

For  that  dear  soul  of  thine  ; 
Room  'mid  the  white-robed  throng  that  know 
The  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

4  There's  room  in  heaven  with  those  that  bear 

Bright  harps  and  crowns  of  gold  ; 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 

For  thee  and  thousands  more  ; 
0,  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord  ; 
Believe  —  obey  —  adore  I 

HYMN  229.  P.  M. 

WE'RE  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love ; 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road  : 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We  haste  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

In  rapturous  strain  to  praise  His  name  ; 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share : 
Will  you  go  ? 

3  We  go  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre; 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring  : 

Will  you  go  ? 


I  N  V  I  T  AT1UN.  203 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room  ; 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  Him  now  believe, 
He  will  thy  troubled  soul  relieve  : 
Will  you  go  ? 

HYMN  230.  III.  3. 

"  II  /FERCY,  0  Thou  Son  of  David  !  " 

lVJL  Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
11  Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid." 


%  None  to  Jesus'  feet  would  aid  him, 
But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bade  him 
"  Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will." 

3  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness  ; 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  ! " 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

4  Oh  !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Telling  forth  to  all  around  : 
11  Friends,  is  not  the  grace  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

5  "  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 
Surely  they  would  listen  to  Him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see.'' 


204  1>  11  AY  Ell. 


PRAYER. 

HYMN  231.  III.  1. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 


THAYER.  205 


HYMN  232.  C.  M. 

AUTHOR  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn, 
To  Thee  for  help  we  fly; 
Thine  eye  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  0  let  Thy  fear  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide ; 
That  love  shall  all  vain  loves  expel, 
That  fear  all  fear  beside. 

3  And  since  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 

We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; 

4  Not  to  our  wish,  but  to  our  want, 

Do  Thou  Thy  gifts  supply  ; 
The  good,  unask'd,  in  mercy  grant, 
The  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny. 


HYMN  233.  L.  M. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercv-seat. 
18 


206  PRAYER. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sunder 'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Oh  !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
Ere  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

5  There,  there,  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

HYMN  234.  P.  M. 

MY  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast, 
Though  I  am  all  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  guest ! 

2  Of  so  divine  a  guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be ; 

Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 

Until  it  come  to  Thee  I 

3  Until  it  come  to  Thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see 
No  rest  is  to  be  found. 

4  No  rest  is  to  be  found 

But  in  Thy  bleeding  love  : 
Oh  !  let  my  wish  be  crown'd, 
And  send  it  from  above  ! 


PRAYER.  207 


HYMN  235.  L.  M. 

0  MIGHTY  is  the  power  of  prayer, 
The  promise  large  and  true  ; 
The  feeblest  heart  need  not  despair 
With  these  to  bear  it  through. 

2  Though  darkest  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 

Though  deep  call  out  to  deep, 

Pray,  and  behold  the  Saviour  nigh, 

To  bless,  to  guide,  to  keep. 

3  Therefore  pray  always,  never  faint, 

Xor  deem  unheard  your  cry  ; 
The  feeblest  prayer  of  feeblest  saint, 
Brings  answer  from  on  his;h. 


HYMX  236.  C.  M. 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  reverence  and  with  fear  ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  Thy  sight, 

We  may,  we  must  draw  near  : 
We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer, 

Oh  !  grant  us  power  to  pray  ; 
And,  when  to  meet  Thee  we  prepare, 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

Burden'd  with  guilt,  convinc'd  of  sin, 

In  weakness,  want,  and  woe, 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 
God  of  all  grace,  we  bring  to  Thee 

The  broken,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 

Truth  in  the  inward  part. 


208  PRAYER. 

3  Give  deep  humility ;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence 

To  see  Thy  face  and  live  ; 
Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone, 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes, 

On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone  ; 

4  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 

And  trust  Thee,  though  Thou  slay : 
Give  these,  and  then  Thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We  by  Thy  Spirit,  through  Thy  Son, 

Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

HYMN  237.  C.  M. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 


PRAYER.  209 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?    Ah  !  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  ofVner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


HYMN  238.  II.  3. 

Wrestling  Jacob.  —  Genesis  xxxii.  24-32. 
PART    I. 

COME,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ! 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee  : 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  and  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  Thy  hands  and  read  it  there  ; 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thon  ? 
Tell  me  Thv  name   and  tell  me  now. 

18*  o 


210  PRAYER. 

3  In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ! 
Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold ; 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 

4  Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  Name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell, 

To  know  it  now,  resolv'd  I  am : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name  and  Nature  know. 

5  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  ? 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain  : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong  ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 

PART   II. 

1  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak  ; 

But  confident  in  self-despair  : 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak : 

Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer ; 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

2  'Tis  Love  !  'tis  Love  !   Thou  diedst  for  me  : 

I  hear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart ! 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 

Pure,  universal  love  Thou  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  Thy  mercies  move, 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


PRAYER.  211 

:>  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  :  the  grace 
Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face  ; 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live  ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  : 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  love. 

4  I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

5  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  ris'n,  with  healing  in  His  wings  ; 
Wither'd  my  nature's  strength,  from  Thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succour  brings ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  love. 

6  Contented  now  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt  till  life's  short  journey  end  ; 
All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 

On  Thee  alone  for  strength  depend  ; 
Nor  have  I  power  from  Thee  to  move  ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

1  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey ; 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome ; 
I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way  ; 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home  ; 
Through   all  eternity  to  prove 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


212  REPENTANCE. 

REPENTANCE. 

HYMN  239.  L.  M. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
And  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  the  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  Thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

HYMN  240.  S.  M. 

OLORD,  how  vile  am  I, 
Unholy  and  unclean  ! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 


REPENTANCE.  213 

2  Myself  can  hardly  bear 

This  wretched  heart  of  mine  ; 
How  hateful  then  it  must  appear 
To  those  pure  eyes  of  Thine  ! 

3  And  must  I  then  indeed 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
0  no,  since  Thou  didst  come  to  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 

4  That  blood  which  Thou  hast  spilt, 

That  grace  which  is  Thine  own, 
Can  cleanse  the  vilest  sinner's  guilt, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

5  Low  at  Thy  feet  I  bow: 

0,  pity  and  forgive ! 
Here  will  I  lie,  and  wait,  till  Thou 
Shalt  bid  me  rise,  and  live. 

HYMN  241.  III.  1. 

DEPTH  of  mercy !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace ; 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls  ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Now  my  Father's  mercies  move, 
Justice  lingers  into  love. 


214  REPENTANCE. 

4  Lo  !  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 

Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands ; 
God  is  Love  !    I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


HYMN  242.  C.  M. 

^EAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  Thy  grace, 
Low  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 


2  Shall  love  like  Thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betray'd, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  But  He  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 


5  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  Thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  see  Thy  face, 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet 
Thy  condescending  grace. 


REPENTANCE.  215 


HYMN  243.  HI.  1. 

DOES  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 
Rest  for  those  that  wear)7  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim, 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee  : 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without; 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply  ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  there's  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

In  the  ark  the  roving  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace. 
Tempest-toss'd  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 

HYMX  244.  C.  If. 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  !  at  Thy  feet 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eves. 


216  REPENTANCE. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  out  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  Thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

HYMN  245.  L.  M. 

MY  God,  when  at  Thy  throne  I  bend, 
And  humbly  sue  for  mercy  there, 
For  me  behold  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  for  His  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

2  Remember  not  my  shame  and  guilt, 

My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye  ; 

Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 

And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

3  Remember  not  my  doubts  and  fears, 

My  strivings  with  Thy  grace  divine  ; 
Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  His  merits  stand  for  mine. 

4  No  claim,  no  worth,  0  Lord,  I  plead  : 

Thy  free  unbounded  grace  I  crave ; 
And  oh  !  if  great  my  guilt  and  need, 
The  greater,  Lord,  Thy  grace  to  save. 


REPENTANCE.  217 


HYMN  246.  II.  3. 

"TT^EARY  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
\  \     And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

Yet  not  in  hopeless  grief  I  mourn ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

0  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, 

Yet  once  again  I  seek  Thy  face, 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in  ! 

O  Lord,  my  sore  backslidings  heal, 

And  all  Thy  quenchless  love  reveal. 

Thou  know'st  my  band^s  of  sin  to  break, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
0,  for  Thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  : 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 


HYMX  247.  C.  M. 

THE  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 
Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  his  sleep  : 
He  spake,  and  all  was  still. 

The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 

His  mansion  of  despair  ; 
Woe  to  the  traveller  who  stray'd 

With  heedless  footsteps  there. 

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218  FAITH. 

3  He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild  ; 
And  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 
Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 

4  Oh,  madder  than  the  raving  man  ! 

Oh,  deafer  than  the  sea ! 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  to  me ! 


5  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again, 
As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  He  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 


FAITH. 


HYMN  248.  P.  M. 

A  MOUNTAIN  fastness  is  our  God, 
On  which  our  souls  are  planted  : 
And  though  the  fierce  foe  rage  abroad 
Our  hearts  are  nothing  daunted. 
What  though  he  beset, 
With  weapon  and  net, 
Array'd  in  death-strife  ? 
In  God  are  help  and  life : 
He  is  our  sword  and  armour. 


FAITH.  219 

2  By  our  own  might  we  nought  can  do  ; 

To  trust  it  were  sure  losing  ; 
For  us  must  fight  the  Right  and  True, 
The  Man  of  God's  own  choosing. 

Dost  ask  for  His  name  ? 

Christ  Jesus  we  claim  ; 

The  Lord  God  of  Hosts ; 

The  only  God  :  —  vain  boasts 
Of  others  fall  before  Him. 

3  What  though  the  troops  of  Satan  fill'd 

The  world  with  hostile  forces  ? 
E'en  then  our  fears  should  all  be  still'd  : 

In  God  are  our  resources. 
The  w^orld  and  its  king 
Xo  terrors  can  bring  : 
Their  threats  are  no  worth  : 
Their  doom  is  now  gone  forth  : 

A  single  word  can  quell  them. 

4  God's  Word  through  all  shall  have  free  sway, 

And  ask  no  man's  permission : 
The  Spirit  and  His  gifts  convey 
Strength  to  defy  perdition. 

The  body  to  kill, 

Wife,  children,  at  will, 

The  wicked  have  power  : 

Yet  lasts  it  but  an  hour  ! 
The  Kingdom's  ours  forever  ! 

HYMX  249.  L.  M. 

WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 


220  FAITH. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  His  saints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead ; 
And  their  infernal  foes  to  quell, 
Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  !  He  lives  !  and  sits  above, 

Forever  interceding  there, 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love  ? 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 
He  that  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour; 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  hope,  our  joy, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  can  us  destroy. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  separate  us  from  His  love. 

HYMN  250.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  array 'd 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 


FAITH.  221 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruirrd  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue ; 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  : 
Our  beauty  this,  our  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 


HYMN  251.  L.  M. 

NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  His  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes  ;   and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  : 
0  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  partake  ! 


The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne  ; 

But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
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F  A  1  T  H  . 


HYMN  252.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
In  that  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  with  sin,  the  more 
I  felt  the  guilty  weight  I  bore, 

Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb  ! 
Shalt  take  me,  for  Thine  own  I  am  ! 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  can  me  receive. 


HYMN  253.  II.  3. 

rpHOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 
JL    Thou  all-sufficient  love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am  while  Thou  art  mine  : 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 


F  A  I X  H.  223 

2  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  Thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain  ; 
The  balm  to  heal  my  broken  heart ; 

In  war,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 

3  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour ; 
My  joy,  when  coming  griefs  appal ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 

HYMX  254.  II.  4. 

JESUS,  at  Thy  command, 
I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
"Where  sin  lulls  all  to  sleep. 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  Thee  and  Thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise, 

My  compass  is  Thy  word  : 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ; 
I'D  trust  Thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  His  eye : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  shall  ev'rv  storm  outride. 


224  F  A  I  T  H . 

4  And,  if  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 
Be  Thou,  0  Lord,  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

5  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 

0  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore 
Where  winds  and  waves  affright  no  more. 

HYMN  255.  II.  1. 

OTHOU  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 
That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  God  hath  done, 
And  suffered  ev'n  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  .adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 


FAITH.  225 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away ; 
Unloosed  from  earth,  and  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  256.  C.  M. 

HEALER  Divine,  0  hear  our  prayer; 
We  wait  to  feel  Thy  touch  ; 
Sin-wounded  souls  to  Thee  repair, 
And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess ; 

Feebly  we  trust  Thy  word ; 
But  wilt  Thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 
Be  that  far  from  Thee,  Lord. 

3  Him  Thou  didst  hear  who  once  applied, 

With  trembling  for  relief: 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cried  ; 
"Help  Thou  mine  unbelief.77 

4  She  who  to  touch  Thee,  in  the  press, 

Trembling  behind  Thee  stole, 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole.77 

5  Like  these,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  pray 

To  hear  the  gracious  word  ; 

Oh  !  give  us  faith,  nor  send  away 

One  soul  unheal'd,  dear  Lord. 


FAITH. 


0 


HYMN  257.  II.  3. 

LOVE,  thou  fathomless  abyss  ! 


My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  Thee ; 
Cover'd  is  my  unrighteousness  ; 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
"While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy  —  free,  boundless  mercy  —  cries. 

Fix'd  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  heart  may  fail,  and  flesh  decay  ; 

This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away  ; 

Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 

Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  258.  II.  3. 

PEACE,  doubting  heart,  my  God's  I  am ; 
Who  form'd  me  man  forbids  my  fear ;  . 
The  Lord  hath  calPd  me  by  my  name ; 

The  Lord  protects,  forever  near  : 
His  blood  for  me  did  once  atone, 
And  still  He  loves  and  guards  His  own. 

When  passing  through  the  watery  deep, 

By  Him  I  trust  me  to  be  led ; 
The  waves  an  awful  distance  keep, 

And  shrink  from  my  devoted  head  : 
Fearless  their  violence  I  dare  ; 
They  cannot  harm,  for  God  is  there  ! 

To  Him  mine  eye  of  faith  I  turn, 

And  through  the  fire  pursue  my  way  ; 

The  fire  forgets  its  power  to  burn, 
The  lambent  flames  around  me  play ; 

I  own  His  power,  accept  the  sign, 

And  joy  to  prove  the  Saviour  mine. 


FAITH.  221 


HYMN  259.  C.  M. 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
"For  me  the  Saviour  died." 


2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own  ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art : 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th?  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


HYMX  260.  S.  M. 

"VTOW  to  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Jl\I    A  broken  heart  I  bring, 
And  wilt  Thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
My  faith  directs  her  eyes ; 
All  other  offerings  are  vain, 
But  not  His  sacrifice. 


228  FAITH. 

3  That  moment  He  expired, 
The  law  was  satisfied, 
And  now  to  its  severest  curse 
I  answer,   "  Jesus  died." 

HYMN  261.  P.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me  ! 
For  I  am  weary  and  opprest ; 
I  come  to  cast  myself  on  Thee ; 
Thou  art  my  Rest. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak  ; 

I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek ; 
Thou  art  my  Strength. 

3  I  am  bewildered  on  my  way ; 

Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night ; 
Oh  !  shed  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray  ; 
Thou  art  my  Light. 

4  I  hear  the  storms  around  me  rise, 

But,  when  I  dread  th'  impending  shock, 
My  spirit  to  her  refuge  flies  ; 
Thou  art  my  Rock. 

5  When  the  accuser  flings  his  darts, 

I  look  to  Thee  —  my  terrors  cease  ; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts  ; 
Thou  art  my  Peace. 

6  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink, 

In  that  tremendous,  latest  strife, 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink ; 
Thou  art  my  Life. 


FAITH.  229 

T  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 
Even  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall ; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 
Thou  art  my  All. 

HYMN  262.  P.  M. 

"  Him.  that  cometh  unto  me  I  will  in  no  wise  cast  out." 

JUST  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am  —  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot  — 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am — though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without  — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe  — 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 
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230  HOPE. 

6  Just  as  I  am  —  thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


HOPE. 

HYMN  263.  II.  1. 

OH  come,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  in  the  wilderness, 
Who  bear  your  burdens  still ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

HYMN  264.  S.  M. 

THY  way  is  in  the  sea; 
Thy  paths  we  cannot  trace ; 
Nor  solve,  0  Lord,  the  mystery 
Of  Thy  unbounded  grace. 


HOPE.  231 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  sense 

Our  captive  souls  surround  ; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
Our  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

3  As  through  a  glass  we  see 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love ; 
How  little  do  we  know  of  Thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

4  In  part  we  know  Thy  will, 

And  bless  Thee  for  the  sight : 
Soon  will  Thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory  ;s  clearer  light. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

And  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

HYMN  265.  L.  M. 

OZIOX,  when  we  muse  on  thee, 
We  long  for  pinions  like  the  dove  ; 
And  mourn  to  think  that  we  should  be 
So  distant  from  the  land  we  love. 

2  While  here  we  walk  on  hostile  ground, 

The  few  that  we  can  call  our  friends 
Are,  like  ourselves,  with  fetters  bound ; 
And  weariness  our  steps  attends. 

3  But  yet,  we  hope  to  see  the  day 

When  Zion's  children  shall  return  ; 
When  all  our  griefs  shall  pass  away, 
And  we  no  more  again  shall  mourn. 


232  II  ope. 

4  The  thought  that  such  a  day  shall  come 
Makes  e'en  the  captive's  portion  sweet ; 
Though  now  we  wander  far  from  home, 
In  Zion,  soon  we  all  shall  meet. 


HYMN  266.  L.  M. 

WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  Thou  art  mine; 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 


2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 


3  0  glorious  hour  !    0  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God, 
And  flesh  and  sense  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMN  267.  C.  M. 

GOD  !  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 


HOPE.  -;>J 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord  !  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  all  this  desert  place  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Tea,  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God  ! 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  : 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

HYMN  268.  P.  M. 

QOOX  and  forever  ! 

fj   Such  promise  our  trust, 

Though  ashes  to  ashes, 

And  dust  unto  dust. 
Soon  and  forever 

Our  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious 

Redeemer,  in  Thee. 
When  the  sins  and  the  Borrows 

Of  time  shall  be  o'er ; 
Its  pang3  and  its  partings 

Remember'd  no  more  ; 
20* 


234  hope. 

When  life  cannot  fail, 

And  when  death  cannot  sever, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be, 

Soon  and  forever. 

2  Soon  and  forever 

The  breaking  of  day 
Shall  drive  all  the  night-clouds 

Of  sorrow  away. 
Soon  and  forever, 

We'll  see  as  we're  seen, 
And  learn  the  deep  meaning 

Of  things  that  have  been  ; 
When  fightings  without  us, 

And  fears  from  within, 
Shall  weary  no  more 

In  the  warfare  of  sin. 
Where  tears  and  where  fears, 

And  where  death  shall  be  never, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be 

Soon  and  forever. 

HYMN  269.  II.  1. 

OH,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  a  moment  feast 
With  Christ,  His  priests,  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope 
I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 

In  endless   plenty  grow  : 


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A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favoured  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  ev'ry  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

HYMX  270.  C.  M. 

"jV'FY  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth, 
JjJl  In  earnest  hope  I  live  ! 
I  ask  for  all  the  precious  things 

Thy  boundless  love  can  give, 
I  look  for  many  a  lesser  light 

About  my  path  to  shine  ; 
But  chiefly  long  to  walk  with  Thee, 

And  only  trust  in  Thine. 

Thou  knowest  that  I  am  not  blest 

As  Thou  would'st  have  me  be, 
Till  all  the  peace  and  joy  of  faith 

Possess  my  soul  in  Thee; 
And  still  I  seek  'mid  many  fears, 

With  yearnings  unexpress'd, 
The  comfort  of  Thy  strengthening  love, 

Thy  soothing,  settling  rest. 

It  is  not  as  Thou  wilt  with  me 

Till,  humbled  in  the  dust, 
I  know  no  place  in  all  my  heart 

Wherein  to  put  my  trust. 
Until  I  find,  0  Lord  !  in  Thee, 

The  lowly  and  the  meek, 
That  fulness  which  Thy  own  redeem 'd 

Go  nowhere  else  to  seek. 


236  hope. 

4  Then,  0  my  Saviour  !  on  my  soul, 

Cast  down  but  not  dismay'cl, 
Still  be  Thy  chastening,  healing  hand 

In  tender  mercy  laid  : 
And  while  I  wait  for  all  Thy  joys 

My  yearning  heart  to  fill, 
Teach  me  to  walk  and  work  with  Thee, 

And  at  Thy  feet  sit  still. 

HYMN  271.  S.  M. 

GIYE  to  the  winds  thy  fears; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head  ; 
Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart? 

Still  is  thy  spirit  faint  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight, — let  fear  depart, 

Each  care  and  each  complaint. 
What  though  thou  rulest  not, 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim, —  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  His  sov'reign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command  : 
So  shalt  thou,  wond'ring,  own  His  way, 

How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand  ! 
Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caus'd  thv  needless  fear. 


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LOVE. 

HYMN  272,  C.  M. 

JESUS  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
0  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?     Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus  !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  shalt  be ; 
Jesus  !  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

HYMN  273.  C.  M. 


MY 


hope  for  heaven  thereby  : 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not 
I  must  forever  die. 


^38  LOVE. 

2  But,  0  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upou  the  cross  embrace  : 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear 
And  manifold  disgrace  ; 

3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless ; 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
E'en  death  itself;  and  all  for  one 
Who  was  thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  0  blessed  Jesu  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well ; 
Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  heaven, 
Or  of  escaping  hell ; 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught ; 

Not  seeking  a  reward; 
But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
0  ever-loving  Lord  ! 

C>  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 
And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

HYMN  274.  C.  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  for  the  weary,  rest. 


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3  Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

My  never-failing  treasury  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought  : 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  275.  III.  1. 

HARK  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
?Tis  thy  Saviour  —  hear  His  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,   and  speaks  to  thee, 
11  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ? " 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  heaFd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thv  darkness  into  liorht. 


240  LOVE. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lov'st  thou  Me  ?" 

6  Lord !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore ; 

Oh !  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

HYMN  276.  II.  3. 

THOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose  depth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows, 
I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  light ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  Thy  repose  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  rest  it  find  in  Thee. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  Thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah,  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ; 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  Thee. 


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0  hide  this  self  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me,  may  live  ; 

My  vile  affections  crucify, 

Nor  let  one  darling  lust  survive ; 

In  all  things,  nothing  may  I  see, 

Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  Thee. 

0  Love,  Thy  sov'reign  aid  impart, 
To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care  ; 

Chase  this  self-will  through  all  my  heart, 
Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there  : 

Make  me  Thy  duteous  child,  that  I, 

Ceaseless,  may  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 
My  heart  that  lowly  waits  Thy  call ; 

Speak  to  my  inmost  soul  and  say, 
I  am  Thy  love,  Thy  God,  Thy  all ! 

To  feel  Thy  power,  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

To  taste  Thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 


HYMN  277.  C.  M. 

DO  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 
And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 


Do  not  I  love  Thee,  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

21  Q 


242  love. 

3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  ardent  spirit  vie 

With  angels  round  the  throne, 
To  execute  Thy  sacred  will 
And  make  Thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Thou  knowest,  yea,  Thou  knowest,  Lord  ; 

Yet,  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joy, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 


HYMN  278.  III.  3. 

IOYE  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 
J  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Live  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 
All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Yisit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  oh  !  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  Thy  peace  inherit, 
Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest, 


love.  243 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  Thee  as  Thine  host  above  ; 

Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  Thy  boundless  love. 

3  Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee. 
Changed  from  glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  our  songs  we  raise  ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

HYMN  279.  II.  1. 

OLOYE  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  in  Thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  Love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  this  I  sigh  ;  for  Thee  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  the  better  part  ! 


244  love. 

4  O  might  I  ever  have  my  seat, 
Like  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ; 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord  !  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest ! 


HYMN  280.  L.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  Thy  praise 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  rais'd  on  high, 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  look  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  tho  skies  ! 


love.  245 


The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  can  live  ; 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity  ! 


,i 


HYMN  281.  C.  M. 

ESUS  !  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 


Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes  !  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  Thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

.  And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab 'ring  breath  ; 
Then  speechless  rest  me  in  Thine  arms, 
And  find  my  life  in  death. 

21* 


246  love. 


HYMN  282.  S.  M. 

MY  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 
To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call; 
I  cannot  live  if  Thou  remove, 
For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 


2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  Thou  art  here  ; 
If  Thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  His  presence  but  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  His  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  a  ray  to  cheer  mine  eye, 
Without  Thy  light,  0  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 


LOVE.  247 


HYMX  283.  III.  1. 

GREAT  High-priest,  who  deign'dst  to  be 
Once  the -sacrifice  for  me, 
Take  this  living  heart  of  mine, 
Lay  it  on  Thy  holy  shrine. 

2  Love,  I  know,  accepteth  nought, 

Save  what  Thou,  0  Love,  hast  wrought ; 
Offer  Thou  my  sacrifice, 
Else  to  God  it  cannot  rise. 

3  Slay  in  me  the  wayward  will, 
Earthly  sense  and  passion  kill ; 
Tear  self-love  from  out  my  heart, 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part. 

4  Mighty  Love,  the  flame  inspire, 
Quick  consume  me  in  Thy  fire  ; 
Fain  were  I  of  self  bereft, 
Naught  but  Thee  within  me  left. 


HYMX  284.  C.  M. 

OUR  God  is  love ;   and  all  His  saints 
His  image  bear  below ; 
The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspired 
With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

2  0  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 
As  we  are  loved  of  Thee  ! 
For  none  are  truly  born  of  God, 
Who  live  in  enmity. 


248  miAiiSE. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss, 

Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 
The  cords  of  love  our  hearts  shall  join, 
The  law  of  love  inflame. 

4  So  shall  the  vain  contentious  world 

Our  peaceful  lives  approve  ; 
And,  wondering  say,  as  they  of  old, 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love." 


PRAISE. 


HYMN  285.  C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  ;  " 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  He  was  slain  for  us."- 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 


PRAISE.  249 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  glorious  Name 
Of  Him  that  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  286.  C.  M. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  the  Altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  the  Heir  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate  !  Man  divine  ! 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 


250  PRAISE. 

7   Oh,  that  with  yonder  shining  throng, 
We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
Join  in  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  287.  L.  M. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  glory  wake  a  loftier  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  Thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  blest  succession  of  Thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  still  prolong 
The  joy  and  burden  of  the  song. 

4  But  who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous  deeds  ! 
Thy  greatness  all  my  thoughts  exceeds : 
Yast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, 

Yast  and  immortal  be  Thy  praise. 


HYMN  288.  III.  5. 

A  LLELTJIA  !  best  and  sweetest 
J\  Of  the  hymns  of  praise  above  1 
Alleluia !  thou  repeatest, 

Angel  host,  these  notes  of  love  ! 

This  ye  utter 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 


PRAISE.  251 

2  Alleluia  !  church  victorious, 

Join  the  concert  of  the  sky  ! 
Alleluia !  bright  and  glorious, 

Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high  ! 

We  poor  exiles 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  Alleluia  !  strains  of  gladness 

Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn  : 
Alleluia  !  sounds  of  sadness 
Best  become  our  state  forlorn  : 

Our  offences 
We  with  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 

4  But  our  earnest  supplication, 

Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee  ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see  ! 

Alleluia  ! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be  ! 

HYMN  289.  III.  3. 

LORD,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing  : 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

11  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High  j" 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 
Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
While  our  thoughts  His  greatness  raises, 
And  our  love  His  gifts  excite. 


252  PRAISE. 

With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  his  Holy  church  below, 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthems  flow. 

3  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Thus,  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angel's  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy"  —  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  High  ! 

HYMN  290.  L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  1  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  good  I 


P  RAISE.  25c 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  Him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  291.  P.  M. 

COME,  Thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend  ; 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless  ; 
Come,  give  Thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

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254  joy. 

3  Coine,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

4  To  Thee,  great  one  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ; 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


JOY. 


HYMN  292.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  He  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 


joy.  255 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  : 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

HYMX  293.  S.  M. 

"AJOW  let  our  voices  join 
jLN    To  form  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 

How  open  and  how  fair ! 
No  lurking  pitfalls  for  our  feet ; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring ; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honour  to  His  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way ; 
To  Him,  who  leads  the  wanderer  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


256  joy. 


HYMN  294.  S.  M. 

NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  His  name, 
And  love  Him  in  his  word. 


2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  Thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  Thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

HYMN  295.  S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love, 

Who  liveth  evermore  ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  King. 


joy.  257 


Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 
"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !  " 

Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 


HYMN  296.  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
0  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring  : 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King  ! 

2  The  Lord  is  King  !  thou  child  of  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just : 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways  ; 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

3  Come,  make  your  wants,  your  burdens  known  ; 
The  contrite  soul  He'll  ne'er  disown  ; 

And  angel  bands  are  waiting  there, 
His  messages  of  love  to  bear. 

4  0,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King  ! 


HYMN  297.  C.  M. 

HOW  rich  Thy  favours,  God  of  grace  ! 
How  various  and  divine  ! 
Full  as  the  ocean  they  are  poured, 
And  bright  as  heaven  they  shine. 
22*  r 


258 


PEACE. 


2  He  to  eternal  glory  calls, 

And  leads  the  wondrous  way 
To  His  own  palace,  where  He  reigns 
In  uncreated  day. 

3  Jesus  the  herald  of  His  love 

Displays  the  radiant  prize, 
And  shows  the  purchase  of  His  blood 
To  our  adoring  eyes. 

4  The  songs  of  everlasting  years 

That  mercy  shall  attend, 
Which  leads,  through  sufferings  of  an  hour, 
To  joys  that  never  end. 


PEACE. 


HYMN  298.  P.  M. 

MY  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 
Oh  !  may  Thy  will  be  mine  ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

2  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 
If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 
Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 


PEACE.  259 

The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

3  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

4  My  Saviour  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene, 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

HYMN  299.  L.  M. 

OTHOTJ  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide, 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent. 

My  heart  reposing  on  Thy  love, 
All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove  ; 
Where'er  I  dwell,  I  dwell  with  Thee, 
At  home,  abroad,  on  land  or  sea. 


(5U  PEACE. 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm,  and  free  from  care, 
On  any  shore,  since  Thou  art  there. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  Thee  in  all. 

HYMN  300.  III.  3. 

ALL  unseen  the  Master  walketh 
By  the  toiling  servant's  side ; 
Comfortable  words  He  speaketh, 
While  his  hands  uphold  and  guide. 

2  Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  thy  heart,  to  Him  unknown ; 
He  to-day,  and  He  to-morrow, 
Grace  sufficient  gives  His  own. 

3  Holy  strivings  nerve  and  strengthen, 

Long  endurance  wins  the  crown  ; 

When  the  evening  shadows  lengthen, 

Thou  shalt  lay  thy  burden  down. 


HYMN  301.  C.  M. 

OLORD  !  my  best  desire  fulfil ! 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 


PEACE.  261 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
The  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

6  But  ah  1  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway  ! 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


HYMN  302.  III.  4. 

QUIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleas'd  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 


2G2  PEACE. 

2  What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave  ; 
'Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care, 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 


As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own  ; 

Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; 

Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide, 

As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


HYMN  303.  III.  1. 

WHEN,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resign'd  to  Thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  in  mine  own  eyes, 
Only  in  Thy  wisdom  wise  ? 


2  Only  Thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ? 
Only  guided  by  Thy  light  ? 
Only  mighty  in  Thy  might? 

3  Fully  let  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 


PEACE.  263 


HYMN  304.  C.  M. 

IN  tears  and  trials  we  must  sow 
To  reap  in  joy  and  love, 
We  cannot  find  our  home  below, 
And  look  for  one  above. 


2  Children  of  God  have  ever  thus 

In  wisdom  learn'd  to  grow  ; 
Yea,  He  who  gave  Himself  for  us 
Was  perfected  by  woe. 

3  Thou,  Man  of  Sorrows,  Thou  didst  not 

The  bitter  cup  decline  ; 
Why  should  I  claim  a  better  lot, 
A  smoother  path  than  Thine  ? 

4  Intent  the  guiltless  blood  to  shed, 

That  should  for  guilt  atone, 
Thou  didst  the  mighty  wine-press  tread, 
Unshrinking,  though  alone. 

5  And  shall  I  murmur  or  repine 

At  aught  Thy  hand  may  send  ? 
Nay,  I  my  all  to  Thee  resign, 
My  ever-ruling  Friend. 

HYMN  305.  C.  M. 

OH  1  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  shed   for  me  ; 


264  PEACE. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ; 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  ; 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

HYMN  306.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray, 
And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this ; 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledg'd  to  save, 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 


TRIALS.  265 


4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie, 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath  ; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world,  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife  ; 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life  ! 


TRIALS, 


HYMN  307.  P.  M. 

"TTTHEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 
\\     In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resign'd,  beneath  His  rod, 

And  bless  His  sparing  power ; 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

0  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 
Though  sorrows  fix  mc  there, 

Is  still  a  privilege  ;  and  sweet 
The  energies  of  prayer ; 

Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 

If  Christ  be  nigh,  and  smile  on  me. 

3  0  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes, 
Blessed  be  He  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  He  breaks  ; 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores,  and  earth  obeys. 

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266  TRIALS. 


HYMN  308.  P.  M. 

A  LMIGHTY  God  !  I  call  to  Thee, 
j\_  By  sore  temptation  shaken ; 
Incline  Thy  gracious  ear  to  me, 

And  leave  me  not  forsaken  ; 
For  who  that  feels  the  power  within 
Of  past  remorse  and  present  sin, 
Can  stand,  0  Lord,  before  Thee  ? 

2  On  Thee  alone  my  stay  I  place, 

All  human  help  rejecting, 
Relying  on  Thy  sovereign  grace, 

Thy  sovereign  aid  expecting ; 
I  rest  upon  Thy  sacred  word, 
That  Thou  'It  repel  him  not,  0  Lord, 
Who  to  Thy  mercy  fleeth. 

3  And  though  I  travail  all  the  night, 

And  travail  all  the  morrow, 
My  trust  is  in  Jehovah's  might, 

My  triumph  in  my  sorrow ; 
Forgetting  not  that  Thou  of  old, 
Didst  Israel,  though  weak,  uphold ; 
When  weakest,  then  most  lovina* ! 


What  though  my  sinfulness  be  great, 

Redeeming  love  is  greater ; 
What  though  all  hell  should  lie  in  wait, 

Supreme  is  my  Creator; 
And  He  my  Rock  and  Fortress  is, 
And  when  most  helpless,  most  I'm  His, 
My  Strength  and  my  Redeemer. 


TRIALS.  267 


HYMN  309.  III.  1. 

GEXTLY,  gently  lay  Thy  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  0  God  ! 
Stay  Thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak, 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  grace  I  seek ; 
This  the  only  plea  I  make, 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  Thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord  !  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak !  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  He  comes  —  He  heeds  my  plea, 
Lo  !  He  comes  —  the  shadows  flee  ; 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more  ; 
Rise,  my  spirit,  and  adore. 


HYMN  310.  C.  M. 

DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 


268  TRIALS. 

3  But  O  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  car  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat : 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

HYMN  311.  C.  M. 

AFFLICTION"  is  a  stormy  deep, 
Where  wave  resounds  to  wave  ! 
Though  o'er  our  heads  the  billows  roll, 
We  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  When  darkness,  and  when  sorrows  rose, 

And  pressed  on  every  side, 
The  Lord  hath  still  sustained  our  steps, 
And  still  hath  been  our  Guide. 

3  Perhaps  before  the  morning  dawn, 

He  will  restore  our  peace  ; 
For  He  who  bade  the  tempest  roar 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 
20* 


TRIALS.  269 


4  Here  will  we  rest,  here  build  our  hopes, 
Nor  murmur  at  His  rod  ; 
He's  more  to  us  than  all  the  world, 
Our  Health,  our  Life,  our  God. 


HYMN  312.  L.  M. 

THE  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers, 
Troubled  with  storms  and  big  with  showers; 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears, 
But  nature  poureth  forth  her  tears. 

2  Yet  let  the  sons  of  grace  revive  ; 
He  bids  the  soul  that  seeks  Him,  live ; 
And  from  the  gloomiest  shade  of  night 
Calls  forth  a  morning  of  delight. 


The  seeds  of  ecstacy  unknown 
Are  in  the  water'd  furrows  sown  ; 
And  heaven  shall  pour  its  beams  around, 
Till  the  ripe  harvest  load  the  ground. 

Then  shall  the  trembling  mourner  come, 
And  bind  his  sheaves,  and  bear  them  home  ! 
The  voice  long  broke  with  sighs  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring  ! 


HYMN  313.  S.  M. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 
23* 


970  TRIALS. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 

We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  0  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

HYMN  314.  III.  3. 

IT^ULL  of  trembling  expectation, 
_     Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Mighty  Lord  of  my  salvation, 

I  Thy  timely  aid  implore ; 
By  Thy  suffering,  0  be  near  me, 
All  my  sufferings  to  sustain  ; 
By  Thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  Thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 


TRIALS.  2T1 

Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  the  days  of  flesh  below; 
When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 

Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  ; 
When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burdened  with  a  wounded  spirit, 

Bruised  beneath  the  hand  of  God. 


By  Thy  dread,  unknown  temptation, 

In  that  dark,   Satanic  hour; 
By  Thy  last,  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  tempter's  power. 
By  Thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  Thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

By  the  travail  of  Thy  Spirit, 

By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  Thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  my  pangs  remember  me ! 
By  Thy  precious  death  assuring, 

My  poor  dying  soul  befriend, 
And  with  patience,  all  enduring, 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 


HYMN  315.  L.  M. 

THE  billows  swell,  the  winds^re  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wint'ry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call ; 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 


272  TRIALS. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perforin, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm  : 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill : 
Control  the  waves ;  say,  "  Peace  !  be  still." 

3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  Thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-toss'd,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

HYMN  316.  L.  M 

ETERNAL  beam  of  light  divine, 
Fountain  of  unexhausted  love  ; 
In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine, 

Through  earth  beneath,  and  Heaven  above : 

2  Jesus,  the  weary  wand'rer's  rest, 

Give  me  Thy  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 

With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 

With  trustful  love  and  lowly  fear. 

3  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  Thee, 

Prepared  and  mingled  by  Thy  skill : 
Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 
It  hath  the  power  to  heal  me  still. 

4  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

That  I  each  murm'ring  thought  may  shun  ; 
And  grief  and  fear  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 


TRIALS.  2T3 

5  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  —  Peace  ; 
Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  —  Be  still; 
Thy  power  can  bid  the  conflict  cease, 
For  all  things  serve  Thy  sovereign  will. 

G  0  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ?  Where  now 
Thy  boasted  victory,  0  grave  ? 
Who  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  how 
Can  he  be  hurt  whom  God  will  save  ? 

HYMN  317.  C.  M. 

THOU  art  my  hiding  place,  0  Lord  ! 
In  Thee  I  fix  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

2  I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea, 
And  'tis  enough  —  the  Saviour  died, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

3  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 
My  hope  within  the  veil. 

4  From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words, 

My  Spirit  flies  to  Thee  ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 
My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

5  And  when  Thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away  ; 


2T4  TRIALS. 

6  Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 
My  voice  shall  call  on  Thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 
"My  Saviour  died  for  me." 

HYMN  318.  C.  If; 

NOW  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast, 
O  Son  of  Man,   I  fly  ; 
Be  Thou  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 
For  0  !  the  storm  is  high. 

2  Protect  me  from  the  furious  blast, 

My  shield  and  shelter  be  ; 
Hide  me,  my  Saviour,  till  o'erpast 
The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

3  As  welcome  as  the  water-spring 

Is  to  a  barren  place, 
Jesus,  descend  on  me,  and  bring 
Thy  sweet,  refreshing  grace. 

4  As  o'er  a  parched  and  weary  land, 

A  rock  its  shade  doth  spread, 
So  hide  me,  Saviour,  with  Thy  hand, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 

5  In  all  the  times  of  my  distress, 

Thou  hast  my  succour  been ; 
And,  in  my  utter  helplessness, 
"Restraining  me  from  sin. 

6  How  swift  to  save  me  didst  Thou  move, 

In  every  trying  hour ; 
O  !  still  protect  me  with  Thy  love, 
And  shield  me  with  Thy  power. 


TRIALS.  275 


HYMN  319.  C.  M. 

OTHOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  soul  to  Thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  If  on  my  head  for  Thy  dear  name 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame; 
If  Thou  remember  me  ! 

3  If  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  be  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

4  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

1  wait  Thy  just  decree, 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath ; 
0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  And  when  before  Thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  Thee, 
There,  with  the  saints  at  Thy  right  hand, 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 


HYMN  320.  C.  M. 

WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 


2?  6  TRIALS. 

2  3Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 
And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still : 


3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  0  let  me  wing  my  hallow'd  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 


HYMN  321.  S.  M. 

OLEAD  me  to  the  Rock 
,   That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 


2  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

3  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


TRIALS.  27T 


HYMN  322.  It  1. 

THY  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer  ; 
Thy  love,  with  all  a  parent's  care, 
Sustain 'd  my  childish  days  : 
Thy  goodness  watch'd  my  ripening  youth 
And  form'd  my  heart  to  love  Thy  truth, 
And  fill'd  my  lips  with  praise. 

Then  e'en  in  age  and  grief,  Thy  name 
Shall  still  my  languid  heart  inflame, 

And  bow  my  faltering  knee  : 
Oh  !  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire, 
This  trembling  hand  and  tuneless  lyre 

Have  yet  a  strain  for  Thee  ! 

Yes  !  broken,  tuneless,  still,  0  Lord, 
This  voice  transported  shall  record 

Thy  goodness  tried  so  long  ; 
Till  sinking  slow,  with  calm  decay, 
Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 

Into  a  seraph's  song. 


HYMN  323.  Ill  4. 

JESUS'  hour  is  not  yet  come  : 
Let  this  word  thine  answer  be, 
Pilgrim,  asking  for  thy  home, 

Longing  to  be  blest  and  free ) 
Yet  a  season  tarry  on  ; 
Nobly  borne  is  nobly  done. 
24 


278  TRIALS. 

2  While  oppressing  pains  .and  fears, 
Night  and  day  thy  spirit  grieve, 
Still  prolonged  through  many  years, 

None  to  help  thee  or  relieve ; 
Hold  the  word  of  promise  fast, 
Till  deliverance  come  at  last. 


Dost  thou  ask,  When  comes  His  hour  ? 

Then,  when  it  shall  aid  thee  best ; 
Trust  His  faithfulness  and  power, 

Trust  in  Him  and  calmly  rest ; 
Suffer  on,  and  hope,  and  wait ; 
Jesus  never  comes  too  late. 


Blessed  day  which  hastens  fast, 
End  of  conflict  and  of  sin  ! 

Death  itself  shall  die  at  last, 
Heaven's  eternal  joys  begin  : 

Then  eternity  shall  prove, 

God  is  Light,  and  God  is  Love. 


HYMN  324,  S.  M. 

THOU  very  present  aid 
In  suffering  and  distress ; 
The  mind  which  still  on  Thee  is  stay'd, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 


The  soul  by  faith  reclined 
On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 

'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE.  279 

3  It  hallows  every  cross ; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me ; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  Thee. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry, 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

5  Stripp'd  of  each  earthly  friend, 

I  find  them  all  in  one  ; 
And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

HYMN  325.  III.  4. 

SAVIOUR  !  once  to  Thee  presented, 
At  Thy  footstool  I  was  laid : 
In  life's  bloom,  my  heart  consented 
To  the  vows  my  sponsors  made  ; 
Thine  in  infancy  and  youth, 
Should  I  not  have  kept  Thy  truth  ? 

2  Thine  by  right,  as  my  Creator, 
Who  my  two-fold  life  bestow'd, 
Saved  by  Thee,  my  Mediator, 

Ransom'd  with  Thy  precious  blood ; 
Thine  by  my  baptismal  vow, 
Shall  my  heart  forsake  Thee  now  ? 


280  THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  No  !  not  far  then  let  me  wander, 

Thou  hast  stricken  to  reclaim ; 
O'er  the  guilty  past  I  ponder, 

Overwhelm'd  with  grief  and  shame  ; 
Still  that  Lord  whose  seal  I  wear, 
Pours  for  me  th'  availing  prayer. 

4  Welcome  the  severest  token, 

That  God  "lets  me  not  alone;" 
Though  His  covenant  I  have  broken, 

He  reclaims  me  as  His  own  ; 
Saviour,  now  my  soul  restore, 
Bid  me  "  Go  and  sin  no  more." 


HYMN  326.  III.  3. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 


2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  : 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE.  281 

3  Men  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !   'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  Thee. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  gates  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

HYMX  327.  III.  2. 

AM  I  called  ?  and  can  it  be  ? 
Has  the  Saviour  pitied  me  ? 
Guilty,  wretched  as  I  am, 
Has  He  named  my  worthless  name  ? 
Yilest  of  the  vile  am  I ; 
Dare  I  raise  my  hopes  so  high  ? 
24* 


282  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

2  Am  I  called  ?  I  dare  not  stay, 
May  not,  must  not  disobey ; 
Here  I  lay  me  at  Thy  feet, 
Clinging  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Thine  I  am  and  Thine  alone  : 
Lord,  with  me  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Am  I  called  ?  what  shall  I  bring 
As  an  offering  to  my  king  ? 
Poor  and  blind  and  naked,  I 
Trembling  at  Thy  footstool  lie ; 
Nought  but  sin  I  call  my  own, 
Nor  for  sin  can  sin  atone. 


Am  I  called  ?  an  heir  of  God ! 
Wash'd,  redeemed  by  precious  blood ! 
Father,  lead  me  by  Thy  hand, 
Guide  me  to  that  better  land, 
Where  my  soul  shall  be  at  rest, 
Pillow'd  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 


HYMN  328.  C.  M. 

SHALL  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free? 
No  !  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 


2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
For  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 


THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE.  283 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high, 
"  The  Lord  that  lives," — the  ransomed  sing, 
"  That  lives  no  more  to  die." 

HYMN  329.  C.  M. 

HOW  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin 
And  earthly  fetters  free, 
In  singleness  of  heart  and  aim, 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  to  be  ! 
The  hardest  toil  to  undertake 
With  joy  at  Thy  command  ! 
The  meanest  office  to  receive 
With  meekness  at  Thy  hand  ! 

2  With  willing  heart  and  longing  eyes, 

To  watch  before  Thy  gate, 
Ready  to  run  the  weary  race, 

To  bear  the  heavy  weight ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  to  expect, 

But  follow  calm  and  still, 
For  love  can  easily  divine 

The  One  Beloved's  will. 


284  THE    CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

3  Thus  may  I  serve  Thee,  Gracious  Lord  ! 

Thus  ever  Thine  alone, 
My  soul  and  body  given  to  Thee, 

The  purchase  Thou  hast  won  : 
Through  evil  and  through  good  report 

Still  waiting  at  Thy  side, 
By  life  or  death,  in  this  poor  flesh 

Let  Christ  be  magnified ! 

4  How  happily  the  working  days 

In  this  dear  service  fly  ! 
How  rapidly  the  closing  hour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh, 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company  ! 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is, 

There  shall  His  servants  be. 

HYMN  330.  L.  M. 

THOU,  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  do  Thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock 
That  from  the  sun  defends  Thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  Thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  Thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 


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The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 

Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be ; 

A  wondrous  feast  Thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  Thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 


5  His  dearest  flesh  He  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  His  richest  blood  ; 
Safe  on  these  hills,  my  soul  would  roam, 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home. 


HYMN  331.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  since  first  I  heard  Thy  voice 
And  Thy  dear  cross  survey 'd, 
I've  longed  to  make  the  happy  choice 
Thy  favour'd  Mary  made. 

2  0  may  it  be  my  business  here 
Thro'  all  my  years  and  days, 
To  wait  on  Thee,  Thy  word  to  hear, 
And  run  in  all  Thy  ways. 


3  In  this  vain  world  let  others  meet 

The  pleasures  of  their  choice, 
But  let  me  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  in  His  love  rejoice. 

4  Wealth  that  the  world  hath  not  to  give 

My  Saviour  shall  supply, 
I  wish  at  Jesus'  feet  to  live, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  die. 


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HYMN  332.  S.  M. 

MY  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown, 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  foe  will  surely  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armour  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


HYMN  333.  III.  1. 

NAY,  I  cannot  let  Thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  Thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  Thy  grace,  Thy  power  defy, 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 


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3  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  Thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

4  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then  ; 
Many  changes  have  I  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  Thou  ? 

5  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  Thou  let  me  sink  at  last ! 

6  No  !  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  Thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  : 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  334.  C.  M. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


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4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  enraptured  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

HYMN  335.  S.  M. 

TEACH  me,  my  God  and  King, 
Thy  will  in  all  to  see  ; 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee ; 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  Thee  I  tend  ! 
In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  way, 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  done  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  Thy  laws, 

E'en  servile  labours  shine  ; 
Hallow'd  is  toil,  if  Thine  the  cause  ; 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 


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HYMN  336.  L.  M. 

OLOPvD,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  guide  me  through  my  race, 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

2  On  whom  but  Thee,  in  heaven  above, 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  or  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  Thee  ? 

3  My  flesh  is  hastening  to  decay  ; 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  pass'd  away  ; 

And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 

When  heart,  and  strength,  and  life  shall  fail  ? 

4  But  Oh  !  my  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  when  I  die  ; 

My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine  ; 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine  ! 


HYMX  337.  L.  M. 

BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  Life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  ; 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  Thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part ; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  jovs  that  none  can  take  awav. 
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290  THE     CHRISTIAN     LIFE. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies  ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  Thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  Thee. 

HYMN  338.  C.  M. 

T  ORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 
Jj  Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,   I  will  be  glad, 

That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before  ; 
Whoe'er  into  His  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  His  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet, 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE.  291 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him 

HYMN  339.  P.  M. 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee  ! 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Weary  and  lone, 
Darkness  comes  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Altars  I'll  raise  ; 


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So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  And  when  on  joyful  wing, 
Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 


FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

MORNING. 
HYMN  340.  S.  M. 

Daily  Prayer. 

COME  at  the  morning  hour, 
Come  let  us  kneel  and  pray, 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff, 
JTo  walk  with  God  all  day. 

At  Noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shadow  from  the  heat, 

When  the  sun  smites  by  day. 

At  Eve  shut  to  the  door, 
Round  the  home-altar  pray, 

And  finding  there  "the  House  of  God," 
At  "  heaven's  gate"  close  the  day. 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  293 

When  Midnight  seals  our  eyes, 

Let  each  in  spirit  say, 
"  I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 

With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray."' 


HYMX  341.  C.  M. 

OXCE  more  the  sun  is  beaming  bright 
Once  more  to  God  we  pray, 
That  his  eternal  light  may  guide 
And  cheer  our  souls  this  day. 

2  Oh,  may  no  sin  our  hands  defile, 

Or  cause  our  minds  to  rove ; 
Upon  our  lips  be  simple  truth, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  Throughout  the  day,  0  Christ,  in  Thee 

May  ready  help  be  found, 
To  save  our  souls  from  Satan's  wiles, 
Who  still  is  hovering  round. 

4  Subservient  to  Thy  daily  praise 

Our  daily  toil  shall  be  ; 
So  may  our  works  in  Thee  begun 
Be  further'd,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

5  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Eternal  glory  be  from  men, 
And  from  the  angel  host. 
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HYMN  342.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 
Thou  brightness  of  Thy  Father's  face 

Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 

Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night ; 

2  Come,  holy  Sun  of  Heavenly  love, 
Shower  down  Thy  radiance  from  above  ; 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 

The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  day. 

3  May  faith,  deep-rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

4  0,  hallow'd  be  the  new-born  day  ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

5  0  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn, 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  be  borne  ; 
O  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  Thee  ! 


HYMN  343.  L.  M. 

OH  !  timely  happy,  timely  wise, 
Hearts  that  with  rising  morn  arise  ! 
Eyes  that  the  beam  celestial  view, 
Which  evermore  makes  all  things  new  ! 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  295 

2  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

3  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

5  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

6  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask  ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves  ;   a  road 
To  bring  us,  daily,  nearer  God. 

HYMN  344.  L.  M. 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eves, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  Almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  —  the  everlasting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood; 
The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  He  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 


296  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  He  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  : 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  nor  slumber,  nor  surprise. 


HYMN  345.  III.  1. 

SOURCE  of  light  and  life  divine, 
Who  dost  make  the  light  to  shine  ; 
Who  didst  deck  creation's  birth, 
Light  from  darkness  calling  forth  : 

2  Shade  of  eve  and  morning  ray, 
Who  didst  join  and  name  them  day  ; 
Darksome  night  again  draws  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  suppliant  cry. 

3  Let  us  not,  by  sin  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
Let  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain, 
Down  to  earth  our  spirits  chain 

4  Rather  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
Where  our  dearest  treasure  lies ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 
Help  us  win  the  prize  of  life. 


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HYMN  346.  L.  M" 

IN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be  ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  Thee  ! 

3  0  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread  ; 

And  spread  Thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 

When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend  ; 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress  ; 

Yet  then  Thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away; 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes ; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 


HYMN  347.  L.  M. 

FORTH  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go, 
Our  daily  labour  to  pursue  ; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  we  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 


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2  Still  would  we  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 
Would  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day. 

3  For  Thee  alone  we  would  employ 

Whatever  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given  ; 
Would  run  our  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 


HYMN  348.  C.  M. 

Sunday  Morning. 

WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close, 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn, 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease  ; 

Yet  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more  ? 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  299 

EVENING. 

HYMN  349.  L.  M. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  ; 
Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  praise. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past ; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rend  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN  350.  III.  1. 

INTERVAL  of  grateful  shade, 
Welcome  to  my  weary  head  ; 
Welcome  slumber  to  mine  eyes, 
Tired  with  glaring  vanities. 

2  My  great  Master  still  bestows 
Needful  seasons  of  repose  : 
By  my  heav'nly  Father  blest, 
Thus  I  give  my  pow'rs  to  rest 


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3  Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  ! 
Night  and  day  His  love  the  same  : 
His  kind  eye  that  cannot  sleep, 
My  defenceless  hours  shall  keep. 

4  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade  ? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
Whilst  encircled  by  Thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

5  With  Thy  gracious  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labour  rest : 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  Thee. 


HYMN  351.  HI.  3. 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing; 
Thou  canst  save  and  Thou  canst  heal. 


2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  Thee  surround  us; 
We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 


FAMILY    DEYO  T  ION.  301 

Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 

May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 

HYMN  352.  L.  M. 

[j\Y  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  : 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command, 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  353.  S.  M. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  Thine, 
Lodg'd  in  Thy  sovereign  hand  ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  our  life  away  ; 
0,  make  Thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 
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302  FAMILY     DEVOTION. 

3*  Since  on  this  winged  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  Thine  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care ; 

O,  be  it  still  pursued, 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

HYMN  354.  L.  M. 

SUN  of  my  soul !    Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near ; 
Oh  !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought  —  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  : 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  303 

HYMN  355.  IDC.  1. 

Parting. 

FOR  a  season  calPd  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer  ; 

Tender  Shepherd  of  Thy  sheep, 
Let  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  Thy  strength  may  we  be  strong ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 

Spare  us,  that  we  may,  ere  long, 

Meet  and  worship  Thee  again. 

HYMN  358.  C.  M. 

SAVIOUR  !  in  mercy  hear  the  sighs 
Which  unto  Thee  we  send  ; 
To  Thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries, 
Our  Life,  our  Hope,  our  End  ! 

2  Abide  with  us,  and  with  Thy  light 
Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
Bring  in  Thy  day  of  bliss. 

HYMN  357.  L.  M. 

OH  God,  creation's  secret  Force, 
Thyself  unmov'd,  all  motion's  source, 
Who  from  the  morn  till  evening's  ray 
Through  all  its  changes  guid'st  the  day  ; 


304  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

2  Grant  us,  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
The  glorious  evening  that  shall  last ; 
That,  by  a  holy  death  attained, 
Eternal  glory  may  be  gain'd. 

HYMN  358.  Ill  2. 

Saturday  Evening. 

SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

On  th'  approaching  holy  day ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 

Through  the  week  our  praise  demand ; 
Guarded  by  almighty  pow'r, 

Fed,  and  guided  by  His  hand  : 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
And  repaying  love  with  sin. 

3  While  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Drive  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  night  with  Thee. 

4  When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise, 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near ; 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

When  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 
There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  305 

May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints ; 

Such  the  days  of  rest  we  love, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


FOR     CHILDREN. 

HYMN  359.  C.  M. 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wint'ry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age, 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 
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306  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

5  0  Thou,  who  givest  life  and  breath, 
We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

HYMN  360.  C.  M. 

The  Lord's-day  Morning. 

THIS  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 
So  early  from  the  dead  ; 
Why  should  I  still  my  eyelids  close 
And  waste  my  hours  in  bed ! 

2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  powers  of  death  and  hell ; 
And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  sins  so  well  ? 

3  To-day  with  pleasure  Christians  meet, 

To  pray  and  hear  Thy  word  ; 

And  I  would  go  with  cheerful  feet, 

To  learn  Thy  will,  O  Lord. 

4  I'll  leave  my  sport  to  read  and  pray, 

And  so  prepare  for  heaven: 
0  may  I  love  this  blessed  day 
The  best  of  all  the  seven. 

HYMN  361.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 
His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And,  to  give  light  to  all  below, 
Dost  send  him  round  the  skies  : 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  307 

2  When,  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines  : 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day  ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  Thy  early  grace, 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain, 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 


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HYMN  362.  P.  Bt 

^HE  morning  bright, 
With  rosy  light, 
Has  waked  me  from  my  sleep  ; 
Father,  I  own, 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 

2  All  through  the  day, 
I  humbly  pray, 

Be  Thou  my  guard  and  guide  ; 

My  sins  forgive, 

And -let  me  live, 
Blest  Jesus,  near  Thy  side. 

3  Oh  !  make  Thy  rest 
Within  my  breast, 

Great  Spirit  of  all  grace  ; 

Make  me  like  Thee, 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  Thy  face. 


308  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

HYMN  363.  C.  M. 

AND  now  another  day  is  gone, 
I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise  ; 
My  comforts  every  hour  make  known 
His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste  ! 

My  sins  how  great  their  sum ! 
Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  past, 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Let  angels  guard  my  head ; 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  peaceful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes 

Since  Thou  wilt  not  remove ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  Thy  love. 


HYMN  364.  C.  M. 

GREAT  God,  I  call  upon  Thy  name, 
And  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
Amid  the  silent  shades  of  night, 

TJnwatch'd,  unseen,  alone. 
How  oft  amidst  the  glare  of  day, 

When  pleasure's  throng  was  nigh, 
I  have  forgotten  that  I  moved 
Beneath  Thy  watchful  eye  ! 

2  Mine  eyes  have  dwelt  on  vanities, 
Thy  children  should  not  see  ; 
My  feet  forsook  the  pleasant  paths, 
That  lead  to  Heaven  —  to  Thee. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  309 

I  kneel  and  humbly  own  my  sin, 

With  many  a  tear  and  prayer: 
My  soul  hath  dwelt  'mid  earthly  joys, 

And  found  no  pleasure  there. 

I  know,  I  feel,  my  own  dear  Lord  ! 

I  ne'er  can  happy  be, 
Unless  my  soul  shall  centre  all 

Its  hopes,  its  love  in  Thee. 
Be  faithful,  then,  my  wayward  heart ! 

Let  worldly  joys  grow  dim ; 
Thou'rt  made  for  God,  and  never  wilt 

Find  rest,  unless  in  Him. 


HYMN  365.  C.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  Thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night : 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  Thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 

Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 
But  in  Thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ, 
Against  the  judgment-day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 

Be  read  and  publish'd  there  ? 
Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ? 

4  Lord,  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  lie, 

Upward  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  Thv  book. 


310  FAMILY     DEVOTION. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 
That  my  Redeemer  felt, 
And  let  His  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  for  my  guilt. 

HYMN  366.  III.  3. 

JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us  ; 
Bless  Thy  little  lambs  to-night : 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  us ; 
Keep  us  safe  till  morning  light. 

2  All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  us, 

And  we  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care  ; 
Kindly  Thou  hast  clothed  us,  fed  us, 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer  ! 

3  May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 

Bless  the  friends  we  love  so  well ; 
Take  us,  when  we  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 

HYMN  367.  0.  ML 

WHEN  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 
As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile, 
And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 
I'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  311 

3  Oh,  let  me  never,  never  dare 

To  act  a  trifler's  part, 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

4  But  if  I  make  His  ways  my  choice, 

As  holy  children  do, 
Then,  while  I  seek  Him  with  my  voice, 
My  heart  will  love  Him  too. 

HYMN  368.  P.  M. 

TWANT  to  be  like  Jesus, 
So  lowly  and  so  meek  ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 
That  ever  heard  Him  speak. 

2  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  frequently  in  prayer 
Alone  upon  the  mountain-top, 
He  met  His  Father  there. 

3  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

For  never  do  I  find 
That  He,  though  persecuted,  was 
To  any  one  unkind. 

4  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Engaged  in  doing  good, 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said, 
"She  hath  done  what  she  could/' 

5  Alas  !  I'm  not  like  Jesus, 

As  any  one  may  see  ; 
Oh,  gentle  Saviour,  send  Thy  grace 
And  make  me  like  to  Thee. 


312  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 


HYMN  369.  S.  M. 

WHEN  thou  art  kneeling  down  at  night, 
Beside  thy  mother's  knee  to  pray, 
And  thinking  over  all  thy  sins, 
Done  through  the  busy  day  ; 

2  Then  call  to  mind  thy  brother's  wrong, 

To  strife  by  angry  passions  driven, 
And  in  thy  heart  forgive  him  all, 
As  thou  would'st  be  forgiven. 

3  Thou  hast  sinned  more  against  thy  God, 

Than  ever  brother  sinned  to  thee  ; 
If  He  should  turn  away  His  face, 
How  wretched  wouldst  thou  be. 

4  Dost  thou  remember  when  thy  Lord 

Hung  on  His  cruel  Cross  so  long, 
How  in  His  agony  He  pray'd 
For  those  that  did  Him  wrong  ? 

5  They  nailed  His  hands,  they  pierced  His  feet, 

Their  angry  hearts  no  pity  knew, 

"  Father,  forgive  them,"  was  His  cry, 

"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

6  Go,  seek  thy  little  brother's  side, 

And  press  to  his  thy  rosy  cheek, 
And  whisper  the  forgiveness  free 
He  is  too  proud  to  seek. 

1  Then  as  the  brightest  ray  from  heaven 
Doth  on  the  glittering  dewdrop  fall, 
Thy  penitence  shall  be  received, 
And  God  forgive  thee  all. 


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PRIVATE    DEVOTION, 

HYMN  370.  P.  M. 

COME,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking  ! 
Now  is  breaking 
O'er  the  earth  another  day: 
Come,  to  Him  who  made  this  splendor, 
See  thou  render 

All  thy  feeble  powers  can  pay. 


2  Lo  !  how  all  of  breath  partaking, 
Gladly  waking, 

Hail  the  sun's  enlivening  light ! 
Plants  which  dews  of  morning  nourish, 
Rise  and  flourish, 

When  He  breaks  the  shades  of  night. 

3  Thou,  too,  hail  the  light  returning  ; 
Ready  burning 

Be  the  incense  of  thy  powers, 
For  the  night  is  safely  ended  ; 
God  hath  tended, 

With  His  care,  thy  helpless  hours. 

4  Pray  that  He  may  prosper  ever 
Each  endeavour, 

When  thine  aim  is  good  and  true  ; 
But  that  He  may  ever  thwart  thee, 
And  convert  thee, 

When  thou  evil  wouldst  pursue. 

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314  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

5  Think  that  He  thy  ways  beholdeth  ; 
He  unfoldeth 

Every  fault  that  lurks  within  ; 
Every  stain  of  shame  glossed  over, 
Can  discover, 

And  discern  each  deed  of  sin. 

6  Fettered  to  the  fleeting  hours, 
All  our  powers, 

Yain  and  brief,  are  borne  away. 
Time,  my  soul,  thy  ship  is  steering, . 
Onward  veering, 

To  the  gulf  of  death  a  prey. 

7  Mayst  thou,  then,  on  life's  last  morrow, 
Free  from  sorrow, 

Pass  away  in  slumber  sweet ; 
And,  released  from  death's  dark  sadness, 
Rise  in  gladness, 

That  far  brighter  Sun  to  greet. 


HYMN  371.  P.  M. 

THE  night  is  dark  —  behold  the   shade 
deeper 
In  the  still  garden  of  Gethsemane, 
When  that  calm  voice  awoke  the  weary  sle 
"  Couldst  thou  not  watch  one  hour  alone 
me  ?  " 

2  O  thou,  so  weary  of  thy  self-denials, 
And  so  impatient  of  thy  little  cross, 
Is  it  so  hard  to  bear  thy  daily  trials, 

To  count  all  earthly  things  a  gainful  loss 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  315 

3  What  if  thou  always  suffer'st  tribulation, 

What  if  thy  Christian  warfare  never  cease  ? 
The  gaining  of  the  quiet  habitation 
Shall  gather  thee  to  everlasting  peace. 

4  Here  are  we  all  to  suffer,  walking  lonely 

The  path  that  Jesus  once  Himself  hath  gone  ; 
Watch  thou  this  hour  in  trustful  patience  only, 
This  one  dark  hour  before  the  eternal  dawn. 

5  And    He    will   come    in    His    own    time    from 

Heaven, 
To  set  his  earnest-hearted  children  free ; 
Watch  only  through  this  dark  and  painful  even, 
And  the  bright  morning  yet  will  break  for 
thee. 

HYMN  372.  C.  M. 

I  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
Alas  !  how  can  I  sing  ? 
My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang, 

Untuned  in  every  string. 
My  music  is  a  captive's  chain  ; 

Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill ; 
How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Sion's  song 
On  this  side  Sion's  hill? 

2  Come,  then,  my  ever  dearest  Lord, 

My  sweetest,  surest  friend ; 
Come,  for  I  loathe  these  Kedar  tents  ; 

Thy  fiery  chariot  send. 
What  have  I  here  ?  My  thoughts  and  joys, 

Are  all  before  me  gone  ; 
My  eager  soul  would  follow  them 

To  Thine  eternal  throne. 


316  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

3  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 

My  Jesus  is  not  here  ; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 

My  Jesus  doth  appear. 
My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  Heaven, 

To  gain  a  place  for  me ; 
For  'tis  His  will  that  where  He  is 

There  should  His  servant  be. 

4  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Its  grapes  are  my  repast ; 
My  Lord  who  sends  unto  me  here, 

Will  send  for  me  at  last. 
I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not, 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd  ? 
My  God  that  owns  me  in  this  world 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

5  Go  fearless,  then,  my  soul,  with  God 

Into  His  banquet-room ; 
Thou  who  hast  journey'd  with  Him  here, 

Go  feast  with  Him  at  home. 
View  death  with  a  believing  eye, 

It  hath  an  angel's  face ; 
And  this  kind  angel  will  prefer 

Thee  to  an  angel's  place. 

6  My  dearest  friends  they  dwell  above  ; 

Them  will  I  go  and  see ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 
Fear  not  the  trump's  earth-rending  sound, 

Dread  not  the  day  of  doom ; 
For  He  that  is  to  be  tby  Judge, 

Thy  Saviour  is  become. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  317 


HYMN  373.  S.  31. 

I  WAS  a  foe  to  God, 
I  fought  in  Satan's  host, 
T  trifled  all  His  grace  away, 

Alas  !  my  soul  was  lost 
Yet  God  forgets  my  sin, 

His  heart  with  pity  moved, 
He  wins  me,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thee  ; 
Lo  !  thus  our  God  hath  loved. 

God  with  this  life  of  love, 

To  me  was  far  and  strange ; 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  sight  and  sense  and  change ; 
In  thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one  ; 
In  Thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 

Oh,  ponder  this,  my  soul, 

Our  God  hath  loved  us  thus, 
That  e'en  His  only  dearest  Son 

He  freely  giveth  us ; 
Thou  precious  gift  of  God, 

Thou  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Forever  bound  to  Thee,  my  name, 

Among  Thy  host  enrol. 

HY3IX  374.  S.  M. 

I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controll'd. 
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818  PRIVATE     DEVOTION. 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 
I  did  not  love  my  home ; 

I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
And  follow'd  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famish 'd,  and  faint  and  lone  ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

And  saved  the  wand'ring  one. 

3  He  spoke  in  tender  love, 

He  raised  my  drooping  head  ; 
He  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds, 

My  fainting  soul  He  fed. 
He  wash'd  my  filth  away, 

He  made  me  clean  and  fair, 
He  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 

The  long-sought  wanderer. 

4  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  wash'd  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

5  I  was  a  wandering  sheep 

I  would  not  be  controll'd  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 


PRIVATE     DEVOTION.  319 

I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  once  prefer'd  to  roam, 
But  now  I  love  my  Father ?s  voice  ; 

I  love,  I  love  His  home  ! 


HYMN  375.  II.  6. 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
He  bears  them  all,    and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 


I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him, 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  ail  my  sorrow  shares. 


I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine, 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,   Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  pour'd. 


320  PRIVATE     DEVOTION. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild, 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  Child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angel's  song. 

HYMN  376.  L.  M. 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind ; 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair : 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  ev'n  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4.  Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes  : 
Oh  !  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

HYMN  377.  C.  M. 

FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I'd  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  321 

The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 

For  those  who  follow  Thee. 


3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
0  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 


4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life  ! 

Sweet  source  of  life  divine, 
And,  —  all  harmonious  names  in  one, — 
My  Saviour,  —  Thou  art  mine! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


HYMN  378.  L.  M. 

LOPtD,   Thou  hast  search'd   and   seen  me 
through  ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 


My  thoughts  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 


322  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

3  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 


4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  bright ! 
What  large  extent  I  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  O,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


HYMN  379.  P.  M. 

SEND,  Lord,  Thy  light  amid  th'  encircling 
gloom, 
And  load  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet :  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step's  enough  for  me. 


I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  pray'd  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  day's  dazzling  light,  and  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years  ! 


PRIVATE     DEVOTION.  323 

3  So  long  Thy  power  hath  bless'd  me,  surely 
still 
'Twill  lead  me  on 
Through  dreary  hours,  through  pain  and  sorrow, 
till 
The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 

HYMN  380.  P.  M. 

MY  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray, 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done. 

2  If  Thou  should'st  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize  —  it  ne'er  was  mine  ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine ; 

Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

My  Father,  still  I  strive  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done. 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

5  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day, 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done. 


324  PRIVATE     DEVOTION. 

6  Then,  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer,  oft  mix'd  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

HYMIST  381.  L.  M. 

HOW  do  Thy  mercies  close  me  round  ! 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored  : 
I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound  ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 

2  In  poverty  His  life  began, 

A  suff'ring  life  my  master  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

3  But  lo  !  a  place  He  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep ; 
Yea  He  Himself  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  smoothes  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 

4  Jesus  protects  :  my  fears  be  gone  : 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  Thine  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thine  everlasting  arms  of  love. 

HYMN  382.  L.  M. 

BE  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go ; 
Show  me  what  Thou  would'st  have  me  do  ; 
Direct  my  thoughts  and  words  this  day, 
And  guide  me  in  the  narrow  way. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  325 

Prevent  me,  lest  I  harbour  pride, 
And  in  my  native  strength  confide  ; 
Show  me  my  weakness,  let  me  see 
I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  Thee. 

Assist  and  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey ; 
What  Thou  abhorrest  let  me  flee, 
And  only  love  what  pleaseth  Thee. 

Ever  my  kind  Protector  prove ; 
Enrich  me  always  with  Thy  love ; 
Make  me  with  Thy  forgiveness  blest, 
And  let  Thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 

HYMN  383.  S.  M. 

A  SWEETLY  solemn  thought, 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
To-day,  I'm  nearer  to  my  home 
Than  e'er  I've  been  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
And  nearer  to  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea ; 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  falls  my  burden  down  ; 

Nearer  to  where  I  leave  my  cross, 

And  where  I  gain  my  crown. 

4  Saviour,  perfect  my  trust, 

Complete  my  faith  in  Thee  ; 
And  let  me  feel  as  if  I  stood 
Close  on  eternity ; 
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S26  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

5  Feel  as  if  now  my  feet 

Were  slipping  o'er  the  brink  : 
For  I  may  now  be  nearer  home, 
Much  nearer  than  I  think. 


HYMN  384.  II.  5. 

ABIDE  with  me  !    Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
The  darkness  thickens ;  Lord,  with  me  abide. 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  0  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away: 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 

O  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  I 

3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word, 
But  as  Thou  clwell'st  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me. 


i  Come,  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings ; 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  Thy  wings, 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea, 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me. 

5  Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile, 
And  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee, 
On  to  the  close,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 


PRIVATE     DEVOTION.  327 

G  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 

What   but   Thy   grace   can   foil   the    tempter's 

power  ? 
Who,  like  Thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  0  abide  with  me  ! 

7  I  fear  no  foe  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where    is    death's    sting  ?    where,    grave,    thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 


8  Hold  Thou  the  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the 

skies ; 
Heaven's    morning    breaks,    and    earth's    vain 

shadows  flee, 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me. 


IN    SICKNESS. 

HYMN  385.  III.  1. 

jmWAS  the  good  Physician  now, 

L    Soothed  my  cheek  and  bathed  my  brow  ; 
Whispering  as  His  hand  He  laid, 
"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

2  God  of  life,  and  health,  and  grace, 
Hear  from  Heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  ; 
Hear  in  mercy  and  forgive, 
Bid  Thv  child  believe  and  live. 


328  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

3  Bless  me,  and  I  shall  be  blest ; 
Soothe  me,  and  I  shall  have  rest ; 
Fix  my  heart,  my  hopes  above ; 
Love  me,  Lord,  for  Thou  art  love. 


HYMN  386.  III.  3. 

TARRY  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 


2  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me, 
In  the  bright  days  of  the  past ; 
But  the  grave  has  closed  about  them, 
And  I  linger  here  at  last. 


3  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows ; 

Paler  now  the  glowing  West ; 

Swift  the  night  of  death  advances ; 

Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 

4  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ! 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

5  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning  ;  then  awake  me, 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  329 

HYMN  387.  C.  M. 

The  Lord's  Day. 

THOUSANDS,  0  Lord  of  Hosts,  to-day 
Within  Thy  temples  meet ; 
And  tens  of  thousands  throng  to  pay 
Their  homage  at  Thy  feet. 

2  They  sing  Thy  deeds,  as  I  have  sung, 

In  sweet  and  solemn  lays : 
Were  I  among  them,  my  glad  tongue 
Might  learn  new  themes  of  praise. 

3  The  dew  lies  thick  on  all  the  ground, 

Shall  my  poor  fleece  be  dry  ? 
The  manna  rains  from  heaven  around, 
Shall  I  of  hunger  die  ? 

4  Behold  Thy  prisoner  ;  loose  my  bands, 

If  'tis  Thy  gracious  will ; 

If  not,  contented  in  Thy  hands 

Behold  Thy  prisoner  still. 

5  I  may  not  to  Thy  courts  repair, 

Yet  here  Thou  surely  art ; 
Lord,  consecrate  a  house  of  prayer 
Within  my  stricken  heart. 

HYMN  388.  C.  M. 

GLORY  to  Thee,  Thou  righteous  God, 
Righteous  yet  kind  to  me  ; 
For  while  I  feel  the  smarting  rod, 
The  Father's  hand  I  see. 

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330  DEATH. 

2  In  tenderness  Thou  dost  chastise, 
In  mercy  dost  reprove  ; 
"  My  Father,"  all  within  me  cries, 
"  Thy  ways  are  truth  and  love." 


DEATH. 
HYMN  389.  L.  M. 

The  Sepulchre  in  the  Garden.  —  John  xix.  41. 

THE  sepulchres,  how  thick  they  stand 
Through  all  the  road  on  either  hand, 
And  burst  upon  the  starting  sight 
In  every  garden  of  delight. 

2  Thither  the  winding  alleys  tend  ; 
There  all  the  flowery  borders  end : 
And  forms  that  charm'd  the  eye  before, 
Fragrance  and  music  are  no  more. 

3  Deep  in  that  damp  and  silent  cell, 
My  fathers  and  my  brethren  dwell ; 
Beneath  its  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
My  kindred,  and  my  friends  are  laid. 

4  But  while  I  tread  the  solemn  way, 
My  faith  that  Saviour  would  survey, 
Who  deign'd  to  sojourn  in  the  tomb, 
And  lighten'd  up  its  fearful  gloom. 


DEATH.  331 

My  thoughts,  with  ecstasy  unknown, 
While  from  His  grave  they  view  His  throne, 
Through  my  own  sepulchre  can  see 
A  paradise  reserved  for  me. 


HYMN  390.  C.  M. 

GREAT  God,  we  own  Thy  sov'reign  hand, 
Thy  faithful  care  we  own  ! 
Wisdom  and  love  are  all  Thy  ways, 
When  most  to  us  unknown. 


2  To  Thee  we  yield  our  comforts  up  ; 

To  Thee  our  lives  resign  ; 
In  straits  and  clangers,  rich  and  safe, 
If  we  and  ours  are  Thine  ! 

3  Thy  saints  in  earlier  life  removed 

In  sweeter  accents  sing, 
And  bless  the  swiftness  of  their  flight 
That  bore  them  to  the  King  ! 

4  The  burdens  of  a  lengthen'd  day 

With  patience  may  we  bear, 

And  in  our  dying  hours  attest 

Thy  wisdom,  love,   and  care! 

HYJIX  391.  P.  M. 

LIFT  not  thou  the  wailing  voice  ; 
Weep  not  —  'tis  a  Christian  dieth  ; 
Up,  where  the  blessed  saints  rejoice, 
Ransom'd  now,  the  spirit  flieth : 


332  DEATH. 

Freed  from  earth  and  earthly  failing, 
Lift  for  him  no  voice  of  wailing  ; 
High  in  heaven's  own  light  he  dwelleth ; 
Full  the  song  of  triumph  swelleth. 

2  Pour  not  thou  the  bitter  tear; 

Heaven  its  book  of  comfort  opeth: 
Bids  thee  sorrow  not,  nor  fear, 

But  as  one  who  always  hopeth ; 
Humbly  here  in  faith  relying, 
Peacefully  in  Jesus  dying, 
Heavenly  joy  his  eye  is  flushing, 
Why  should  thine  with  tears  be  gushing  ? 

3  They  who  die  in  Christ  are  blest ; 

Ours  then  be  no  thought  of  grieving ; 
Sweetly  with  their  God  they  rest, 

All  their  toils  and  troubles  leaving ; 
So  be  ours  the  faith  that  saveth, 
Hope,  that  every  trial  braveth, 
Love,  that  to  the  end  endureth, 
And,  through  Christ,  the  crown  secureth. 


HYMN  392.  III.  1. 

HARK  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky, 
Happy  are  the  faithful  dead, 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die ! 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed ; 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest; 
Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 
Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 


DEATH.  333 

Followed  by  their  works  they  go, 

Where  their  Head  is  gone  before  ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  open'd  mercy's  door; 
Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 

Hallow'd  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 


HYMN  393.  II.  1. 

IF  death  my  friend  and  me  divide, 
Thou  dost  not,  Lord,  my  sorrow  chide, 
Or  frown  my  tears  to  see ; 
Restrained  from  passionate  excess, 
Thou  bidst  me  mourn  in  calm  distress 
For  those  that  rest  in  Thee. 


I  feel  a  strong,  immortal  hope, 
Which  bears  my  mournful  spirit  up, 

Beneath  its  mountain  load : 
Redeem'd  from  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
I  soon  shall  find  my  friend  again 

Within  the  arms  of  God. 


Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments  more, 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore, 

Which  death  hath  snatched  away  ; 
For  me  Thou  wilt  the  summons  send, 
And  give  me  back  my  parted  friend, 

In  that  eternal  day. 


334  DEATH. 


HYMN  394.  III.  3. 

BROTHER,  thou  art  gone  before  us  ; 
Where  thy  saintly  soul  has  flown, 
Tears  are  wiped  away  forever, 
And  all  sorrow  is  unknown  : 
By  the  burden  of  the  body 

Never  more  to  be  opprest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  O'er  the  toilsome  way  thou'st  travel'd, 

And  endured  the  heavy  load  ; 
Christ  hath  brought  thy  footsteps  languid 

Safely  to  His  blest  abode. 
Thou  art  resting  now,  like  Laz'rus, 

On  thy  heavenly  Father's  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  Sin  no  more  can  taint  thy  spirit, 

Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail ; 
Thou  thy  welcome  hast  received, 

Now  thy  strength  shall  never  fail ; 
And  thou'rt  sure  to  meet  the  holy, 

Whom  on  earth  thou  loved'st  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

4  To  thy  grave  we  sadly  bear  thee, 

There  in  dust  we  place  thy  head  ; 
O'er  thee  now  the  turf  is  pressing, 
And  all  green  thy  narrow  bed. 


DEATH.  335 

But  thy  spirit  soars  to  glory, 

Free,  among  the  faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

4  When  the  Lord  shall  send  His  summons 

Unto  us,  yet  left  behind, 
May  we,  by  the  world  untainted, 

Gracious  welcome  with  thee  find  ; 
Each  like  thee  in  peace  departing 

To  the  dwellings  of  the  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

HYMN  395.  II.  5. 

GO  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 
In  all  the  vigour  of  thy  zeal  and  power  ; 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time  ; 

The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labour  cease  . 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves  ;  the  harvest-task  is  done  ; 

Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace,     ♦ 

Soldier,  go  home ;  with  thee  the  fight  is  won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave  ;  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay 

In  death's  embraces,  ere  He  rose  on  high; 
And  all  the  ransom'd,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  ;  — no,  take  thy  seat  above  ; 

Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect  love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 


336  DEATH. 


HYMN  396.  L.  M. 

WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are ; 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

HYMN  397.  C.  M. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
And  find  its  long-sought  rest ; 
The  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 


DEATH.  337 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  my  appointed  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 

And  take  His  exile  home. 

0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 

Pavers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  paradise  ! 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 

They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquerors'  palms  they  bear. 

0,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptured  host  V  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet  ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


HYMN  898.  III.  L 

rpHOUGH  I  walk  the  downward  shade, 
_1_  Deepening  through  the  vale  of  death, 
Yet  I  will  not  be  afraid, 

But,  with  my  departing  breath, 

29  w 


338  DEATH. 

I  will  glory  in  my  God, 

In  my  Saviour  I  will  trust, 
Strengthened  by  His  staff  and  rod, 

While  this  body  falls  to  dust. 

2  Soon  on  wings,  on  wings  of  love, 

My  transported  soul  shall  rise, 
Like  the  home-returning  dove, 

Yanishing  through  boundless  skies  ; 
Then,  where  death  shall  be  no  more, 

Sin  nor  suffering  e'er  molest, 
All  my  days  of  mourning  o'er, 

In  his  presence  I  shall  rest. 

HYMN  399.  L.  M. 

THE  moment  comes,  the  only  one 
Of  all  my  time  to  be  foretold  ; 
Though  when,  and  where,  and  how,  can  none 
Of  all  the  race  of  man  unfold. 

2  That  moment  comes,  when  strength  must  fail, 

When,  health  and  hope  and  comfort  flown, 
I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  Thee  alone. 

3  Then,  when  the  undying  spirit  lands 

Where  flesh  and  blood  have  never  trod, 
And  in  the  unveil'd  presence  stands 
Of  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 

4  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  Thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  Thy  face  in  bliss, 
And  be  for  evermore  with  Thee. 


DEATH.  339 


HYMN  400.  C.  M. 

O'N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wistful  eve 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0,  the  transporting  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 


3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  Xo  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  awav. 


340  \>  E  a  t  ii . 


HYMN  401.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land, 
On  this  side  Jordan's  stream  ; 
Where  happy  saints  delighted  stand, 
And  bask  in  glory's  beam. 

2  Lord,  let  me  know,  before  I  die, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  hand  ; 
And  let  me  see,  with  mortal  eye, 
That  good  and  pleasant  land. 

3  And  when  Thy  sovereign  voice  shall  say, 

"  The  World  is  not  thy  rest ; 
Arise,  depart,  and  come  away, 
To  realms  completely  blest ;  " 

4  Then  shall  my  terrors  all  have  ceased, 

Thy  footprints  T  shall  see, 
My  Lord,  my  God,  my  great  High-Priest, 
A.nd  I  will  pass  to  Thee  ! 

5  If  I  have  found  upon  the  way 

A  good  and  pleasant  land  ; 
What  shall  I  find,   when  T  survey 
The  joys  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 

HYMN  402.  S.M. 

FOREYBR  with  the  Lord  ! 
Amen,   so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis   i  in  mortality. 


DEATH.  341 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent,  VI 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  faith's  Illumined  eye 

Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  Ah  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene. 

And  all  my  prospect  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Lord,  bid  the  clouds  depart. 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
And  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden'd  heart 
Expand  Thy  bow  of  peace. 

HYMN  403.  L.  M. 

THE  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
At  last,  0  Lord  !  let  trouble  c> 
And  let  Thy  servant  go  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  fight  is  o'er,  the  prize 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  skv. 
29  * 


\2  DEATH. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust : 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  hold  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  Thy  command, 
I  yield  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand  ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  : 
Now,  0  my  God  !  let  troubles  cease  ; 
Now  let  Thy  servant  go  in  peace. 

HYMN  404.  III.  1. 

DEATHLESS  spirit,  come,  arise, 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies  ; 
Pearl  of  price  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  His  glorious  likeness  wrought, 
Go  to  shine  before  His  throne, 
Deck  His  mediatorial  crown  ; 
Go,  His  triumphs  to  adorn, 
Born  of  God  —  to  God  return. 

2  Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away  ; 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love  : 


DEATH.  343 

Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream  ; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Him; 
No  one  object  of  his  care 
Ever  suffered  shipwreck  there. 

3  Saints  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade  ; 
Ardent  for  thy  coming  o'er, 
See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore  ; 
Mount,  their  transports  to  improve, 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  ; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given, 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 

HYMN  405.  IV.  2. 

TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 
Oh  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  : 

3  Dissolve  Thou  the  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee, 
Oh,  strike  off  the  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  Then  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glory  I  shine, 
And  no  longer  pierce  with  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 


344  JUDGMENT. 

5  Oh,  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  pour'd, 
I  shall  see  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adored. 


JUDGMENT. 

HYMN  408.  C.  M. 

THE  Angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap 
The  harvest  of  the  Lord  : 
O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep, 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they  in  sheaves,  to  bicle 

The  fire  of  vengeance,  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank  luxuriant  pride 
Choked  the  fair  crop  around. 

3  And  who  are  they  reserved  in  store, 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill  ? 
The  wheat  an  hundred-fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4  0  King  of  mercy,  grant  us  pow'r 

The  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ; 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
O  gather  us  to  Thee  ! 

5  To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


JUDGMENT.  345 


HYMN  407.  HI.  3. 

THAT  great  day  of  wrath  and  terror, 
That  last  day  of  woe  and  doom, 
Like  a  thief  that  comes  at  midnight 
On  the  sons  of  men  shall  come  ; 

2  When  the  King  of  heavenly  glory 

Shall  assume.  His  throne  on  high  ; 
When  the  bands  of  all  His  angels 
Shall  be  near  Him  in  the  sky ; 

3  When  the  sun  shall  turn  to  sackcloth, 

And  the  moon  be  red  as  blood ; 
When  the  stars  shall  fall  from  heaven, 
As  the  leaves  fall  in  a  wood. 

4  Therefore  man,  while  yet  thou  mayest, 

From  the  tempter's  malice  fly, 

Give  thy  bread  to  feed  the  hungry, 

If  thou  seek'st  to  win  the  sky. 

5  Let  thy  loins  be  straightly  girded, 

Life  be  pure,  and  heart  be  right, 
That  whene'er  the  Bridegroom  cometh, 
Full  thy  lamp  may  shine  and  bright. 


HYMX  408.  P.  M. 

Dies  Iree. 

DA  Y  of  wrath  !   That  day  of  mourning, 
See  !  once  more  the  cross  returning, 
Heaven  and  earth  in  ashes  burning. 


346  JUDGMENT. 

2  O  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  heaven  the  Judge  descendeth, 
On  whose  sentence  all  dependeth  ! 

3  Lo  !  the  trumpet's  wondrous  swelling, 
Peals  thro'  each  sepulchral  dwelling, 
All  before  the  Throne  compelling. 

4  Death  is  struck,  and  nature  quaking, 
All  creation  is  awaking, 

To  its  Judge  an  answer  making. 

5  Lo,  the  book,  exactly  worded  ! 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded  ; 
Thence  shall  judgment  be  awarded. 

6  When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth, 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unaveng'd  remaineth. 

7  What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading  ? 
Who  for  me  be  interceding  ? 

When  the  just  are  mercy  needing. 

8  King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salvation  send  us, 
Fount  of  pity  !  then  befriend  us  ! 

9  Think,  kind  Jesu  !  my  salvation 
Cost  Thy  wondrous  Incarnation ; 
Leave  me  not  to  reprobation  ! 

10  Faint  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me, 
On  the  cross  of  suff 'ring  bought  me  ; 
Shall  such  grace  in  vain  be  brought  me  ! 


JUDGMENT.  347 

11  Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 
Grant  Thy  gift  of  absolution, 
Ere  that  day's  dread  execution. 

12  Guilty,  now  I  pour  my  moaning, 
All  my  shame  with  anguish  owning  ; 
Spare,  0  God  !  Thy  suppliant,  groaning  ! 

13  Thou  the  harlot  gav'st  remission, 
Heardst  the  dying  thief's  petition  : 
Hopeless  else  were  my  condition. 

14  Worthless  are  my  pray'rs  and  sighing, 
Yet,  good  Lord,  in  grace  complying, 
Rescue  me  from  fires  undying  ! 

15  With  Thy  favour'd  sheep,  0  place  me  ! 
Nor  among  the  goats  abase  me  ; 

But  to  Thy  right  hand  upraise  me. 

16  While  the  wicked  are  confounded, 
Doom'd  to  flames  of  woe  unbounded, 
Call  me,  with  Thy  saints  surrounded. 

17  Bow  my  heart  in  meek  submission 
Strewn  with  ashes  of  contrition  — 
Succour  Thou  ray  last  condition. 

18  Day  of  sorrows,  day  of  weeping, 
When  in  dust  no  longer  sleeping, 
Man  awakes  in  Thy  dread  keeping  ! 

19  To  the  rest  Thou  didst  prepare  him 
On  Thy  Cross,  O  Christ,  upbear  him  : 
Spare,  0  God,  in  mercy  spare  him. 


348  JUDGMENT. 


HYMN  409.  P.  M. 

STAND  th'  omnipotent  decree, 
Jehovah's  will  be  done  ; 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see, 
And  hear  her  final  groan. 
Let  those  pond'rous  orbs  descend 

And  grind  us  into  dust; 
Let  this  earth  dissolve  and  blend 
The  wicked  and  the  just: 


2  Rests  secure  the  righteous  man  ; 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rise  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck  ; 
Lo  !  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  pyre  ; 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  spreads  his  wings  of  fire. 

3  Resting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  last  restored, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword  ; 
Listening  for  the  trump  divine, 

The  latest  of  the  seven, 
Soon  our  soul  and  form  shall  join, 

And  both  ascend  to  heaven. 


HEAVEN.  349 


HEAVEN. 

HYMN  410.  C.  M. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 

The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  He  trod, 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast, 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  His  own  pattern  given  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

HYMN  411.  Ill  3. 

MIXE  be  Zion's  habitation, 
Zion,   David's  sure  foundation  ; 
Christ  its  glory,  light  immortal, 
God  its  builder,  pearl  each  portal. 
30 


350  HEAVEN. 

2  Crystal  gold  its  streets,  the  nation 
Of  the  saved  its  population  ; 
Peace  there  dwelleth  uninvaded, 
Spring  perpetual,  bloom  unfaded. 

3  Harpers  strike  their  harps  of  gladness, 
There  is  known  no  sound  of  sadness, 
None  a  sigh  for  pleasure  sendeth, 
None  can  err  and  none  offendeth. 

4  All  partakers  of  one  nature, 
Grow  in  Christ  to  heavenly  stature, 
Home  celestial,  home  eternal, 
Girt  around  by  love  supernal ! 

5  Saviour,  grant  me,  with  the  blessed, 
Of  Thy  rest  to  be  possessed, 
And  amid  the  joys  it  bringeth, 
Sing  the  song  that  none  else  singeth. 

HYMN  412.  C.  M. 

0  MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  0  happy  harbour  of  God's  saints  ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  No  murky  cloud  o'ershadows  thee. 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun  ; 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 


HEAVEN.  351 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
O  God  !   if  I  were  there  ! 

5  0  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  thy  throne 
In  His  felicity  ? 

6  Thy  gardens,  and  thy  goodly  walks 

Continually  are  green, 
Where  grow  such  sweet  and  pleasant  flowers 
As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

7  Right  through  thy  streets,  with  pleasing  sound, 

The  living  waters  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

8  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripen'd  fruit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
To  thee  their  honours  bring. 

9  0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

HYMN  413.  C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home  ! 
, J    Narne  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 


352  HEAVEN. 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold, 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Bless'd  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  from  pain  and  wo, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee. 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

HYMN  414.  P.  M. 

JERUSALEM  !  high  tow'r  thy  glorious  walls  ! 
fJ    Would  God  I  were  in  thee  I 
Desire  of  thee  my  longing  heart  enthrals, 

Desire  at  home  to  be  : 
Wide  from  the  world  out-leaping, 

O'er  hill  and  vale  and  plain, 
My  soul's  strong  wing  is  sweeping, 

Thy  portals  to  attain. 


HEAVEN.  353 

0  gladsome  clay,  and  vet  more  gladsome  hour ! 

"When  shall  that  hour  have  come, 
When  my  rejoicing  soul  its  own  free  pow'r 

May  use  in  going  home  ? 
Itself  to  Jesus  giving, 

In  trust  to  His  own  hand, 
To  dwell  among  the  living, 

In  that  blest  Fatherland. 


A  moment's  time,  the  twinkling  of  an  eye 

Shall  be  enough,  to  soar 
In  buoyant  exultation,  through  the  sky 

And  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 
Elijah's  chariot  bringing 

The  homeward  traveler  there  ; 
Glad  troops  of  angels  winging 

It  onward  through  the  air. 


Great  fastness  thou  of  honour  !  thee  I  greet ! 

Throw  wide  thy  gracious  gate, 
An  entrance  free  to  give  these  longing  feet ; 

At  last  released,  though  late, 
From  wretchedness  and  sinning, 

And  life's  long  weary  way  ; 
And  now,  of  God's  gift,  winning 

Eternity's  bright  day. 


5  What  throng    is    this,   what  noble   troop,   that 
pours, 
Array'd  in  beauteous  guise, 
Out  through  the  glorious  city's  open  doors, 
To  greet  my  won d Ting  eyes  ? 
30*  x 


354  HEAVEN. 

The  host  of  Christ's  elected, 
The  jewels  that  He  bears 

In  His  own  crown,  selected 
To  wipe  away  my  tears. 


6  Of  prophets  great,  and  patriarchs  high,  a  band 

That  once  has  borne  the  cross, 
With  all  the  company  that  won  that  land, 

By  counting  gain  for  loss, 
Now  float  in  freedom's  lightness, 

From  tyrant's  chains  set  free ; 
And  shine  like  suns  in  brightness, 

Array'd  to  welcome  me. 


One  more  at  last  arriv'd  they  welcome  there, 

To  beauteous  Paradise  ; 
Where  sense  can  scarce  its  full  fruition  bear 

Or  tongue  for  praise  suffice  ; 
Glad  hallelujahs  ringing 

With  rapturous  rebound, 
And  rich  hosannahs  singing 

Eternity's  long  round. 


8  Unnumber'd  choirs  before  the  Lamb's  high  thron 

There  shout  the  jubilee, 
With  loud  resounding  peal  and  sweetest  lone, 

In  blissful  ecstasy  : 
A  hundred  thousand  voices 

Take  up  the  wondrous  song  ; 
Eternity  rejoices 

God's  praises  to  prolong. 


HEAVEN.  355 


HYMN  415.  II.  6. 

TO  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country, 
Mine  eves  their  vigils  keep  ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  blessed  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion, 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
Oh  !  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 


3  That  we  should  look,  poor  wanderers, 

To  have  our  home  on  high  ! 
That  worms  should  hope  for  dwellings 

Beyond  the  starry  sky  ! 
That  we  who  fight  the  battle 

Should  then  put  on  the  crown 
Of  full,  and  everlasting, 

And  passionless  renown  ! 

4  0  one,  0  only  mansion  ! 

O  paradise  of  joy  ! 
Whence  tears  are  ever  banish'd, 
Where  blis^  has  no  alloy : 


356  HEAVEN. 

O  garden  free  from  sorrow  ! 

O  plains  that  fear  no  strife  ! 
O  princely  bowers,  all  blooming  ! 

O  realm  and  home  of  life  ! 

5  With  jaspers  glow  Thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emerald  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  Thee  their  rays. 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced, 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

6  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Reverberant  with  song  ; 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

With  many  a  martyr  throng. 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  light  is  aye  serene, 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

T  There  is  the  throne  of  David ; 

And  there,  from  toil  releas'd, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast : 
And  they,  beneath  their  Leader, 

Who  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

8  I  know  not,  Oh !  I  know  not, 
What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  pure,  unfading  glory, 
What  light  beyond  compare. 


HEAVEN.  357 

And  when  I  fain  would  sing  them, 

My  spirit  fails  and  faints, 
And  vainly  strives  to  image 

Th'  assembly  of  the  saints. 

Jerusalem  the  glorious, 

The  home  of  the  Elect, 
The  dear  and  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expect; 
E'en  now  by  faith  I  see  thee ; 

E'en  here  thy  walls  discern, 
For  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yearn. 

HYMN  416.  C.  M. 

ET  me  not,  Thou  King  Eternal, 
\_i  Enter  hell's  domain  infernal  ! 
Where  is  grieving,  where  is  sadness, 
Where  is  sorrow,  where  is  madness, 
Where  despair  is  ever  sighing, 
Where  the  worm  is  never  dying, 
Where  the  shameless  are  astounded, 
Where  the  guilty  are  confounded. 

2  Me  may  Zion  welcome,  saved, 
Tranquil  city,  seat  of  David  ; 
God  its  builder,  light  immortal, 
Orient  pearl  each  blazing  portal, 
Crystal  gold  its  streets  ;  the  nation 
Of  the  blest  its  population  ; 
Living  rock  the  walls  that  bound  it, 
Christ  the  guard  that  dwells  around  it. 

3  With  what  joyous  gratulations 
Throng  thy  gates  the  festive  nations  ! 
What  the  warmth  of  their  embracing, 
What  the  gems  thy  walls  enchasing  ! 


358  HEAVEN. 

Through  that  city's  streets  are  wending, 
Holy  throngs  their  anthems  blending ; 
There  may  I,  with  myriads  glorious, 
Chaunt  Thy  praise  in  psalms  victorious  ! 

HYMN  417.  P.  M. 

ETERNITY!  Eternity! 
How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ? 
And  yet  to  thee  Time  hastes  away ; 
Like  as  the  war-horse  to  the  fray, 
Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go, 
Or  ship  to  port,  or  shaft  from  bow. 
Ponder,  0  man,  Eternity  ! 

2  Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ? 
Even  as  on  a  perfect  sphere, 
Nor  end  nor  outset  can  appear, 
E'en  so,  Eternity,  in  thee, 
Entrance  nor  exit  can  there  be. 
Ponder,  0  man,  Eternity  ! 

3  Eternity !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity ! 
A  little  bird  with  fretting  beak 
Might  wear  to  nought  the  loftiest  peak, 
Though  but  each  thousand  years  it  came. 
Yet  leave  thee  then,  as  now,  the  same. 
Ponder,   0  man,  Eternity  ! 

4  Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ? 
How  terrible  art  thou  in  woe, 
How  blest  where  joys  forever  flow  ! 
God's  mercy  shedding  gladness  bright, 
His  judgment,  bitterness  and  night. 
Ponder,  O  man,  Eternity. 


GLORIA    PATRI. 


N.  B. — The  metre  marks,  affixed  to  the  Hymns,  refer  to 

a  division  of  the  Metres,  founded  on  the  nature  of  the  verse, 

into  four  Classes,  marked  —  I.,  II. ,  III.,  IV. 

Class  I.  includes  Common,  Long,  Short,  and  Peculiar  metres, 
marked  C.  M.,  L.  ML,  S.  M.,  P.  M. 

Class  II.  includes  the  other  Iambic  metres,  eight  in  number, 
marked  II.  1,  IL  2,  II.  3,  II.  4,  &c,  which  may  be 
named  Two,  one;  Two,  two;  Two,  three,  &c. 

Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaic  metres,  being  five  in  num- 
ber, marked  III.  1,  III.  2,  III.  3,  &c,  which  may  be 
named  Three,  one;   Three,  two,  &c. 

Class  IV.  includes  the  metres  consisting  of  Anapaests, 
being  five  in  number,  marked  IV.  1,  IV.  2,  IV.  3,  &c, 
and  may  be  named  Four,  one;  Four,  two,  &c. 


CLASS    I  . 

C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

L.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore 

(359) 


360  GLORIA    PATRI. 

'  S.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 


CLASS    II. 

II.  1. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  liost, 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  2. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host, 

And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  3. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


GLORIA     PATRI.  361 

II.  4. 

To  God  the  Father,  Sou, 

And  Spirit,  ever  bless'd, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addressed, 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 

II.  5. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 

II.  6. 

Eternal  praise  be  given, 

And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  confess'd, 

To  Christ,  His  only  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  bless'd, 

Eternal  Three  in  One. 

II.  7. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless'd, 
Supreme  o'er  earth  and  heaven, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 
Be  highest  glory  given, 

As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 
81 


362  GLORIA     PA  Til  I. 

II.  8. 

By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit ;  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun  : 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise, 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days. 


C  LASS    I  If. 

III.  1. 

HOLY  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ! 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  evermore  shall  be  ! 

III.  2. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

III.  3. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,   and  is,   be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 


GLORIA     PA  Till.  363 


III.  4. 


To  the  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 
To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  His  Son, 

To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One  : 

As  of  old,  the  Trinity 

Still  is  worshipped,  still  shall  be. 

III.  5. 

Great  Jehovah  !  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


CLASS      IV. 
IY.  1. 

BY  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressYl 
To   God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd, 
As  it  lias  been,  now  is, 
And  ever  shall  bo. 


364  GLORIA    PATRI. 


1Y.  2. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  bless'd, 

Th'  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IY.  3. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son, 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  bless'd, 

The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IY.  4. 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  address'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  bless'd, 
All   glory  and  worship   from   earth    and   from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 

IV.  5. 

All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be  given, 
The  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  from  earth  and  from 

heaven  ; 
As  was,  and  is  now,  be  supreme  adoration, 
And  ever  shall  be,  to  the  God  of  salvation. 


INDEX. 


A. 

Abide  with  me!  Fast  falls  the  eventide,  Lyte Hymn  384 

Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep,  Cotton 311 

Ah!  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart,  Unknown., 90 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light,  Barbauld 36 

A  glory  in  the  word  we  find,  Unknown 6 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  Watts 107 

Allelulia  !  best  and  sweetest,  Ancient 288 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  Duncan 286 

All  unseen  the  Master  walketh,  Unknown 300 

Almighty  God,  Thy  piercing  eye,  Waits 365 

Almighty  God,  I  call  to  Thee,  Luther 308 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  Watts 334 

Am  I  called?  and  can  it  be,  Unknown 327 

A  mountain  fastness  is  our  God,  Luther,  tr.  by  Bishop 

Whittingham 248 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,  Wesley 393 

And  now  another  day  is  gone,  Watts 365 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory,  Montgomery 63 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away,  Gibbons 118 

Angels  where'er  we  go,  attend,  Wesley- 11 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake,  Wesley 187 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven,  Unknown  .  204 

A  sweetly  solemn  thought,  Carey 286 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !   blessed  sleep,  Mack  ay 211 

Author  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn,  Merrick 238 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song,  Hammond 295 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays,  MedUy 290 

31*  (365) 


366  INDEX. 


B. 


Before  the  Lord  we  bow,  Key Hymn  163 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  Gregg 225 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb,  Watts 132 

Behold  the  Lamb,  Brydges 99 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head,  Heber 75 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand,  Doddridge 337 

Beware  of  Peter's  word,  Cowper 202 

Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go,  Moravian 382 

Beyond  the  starry  ^kies,  Turner 131 

Blessed  Jesus,  here  we  stand,  Schmolck 1G6 

Bless  God  that  towards  eternity,  Francke 74 

Blest  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power,  Watts 198 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright,  Unknown....  42 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays,  Watts 117 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  Wesley 14 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree,  Milman 110 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed,  Unknown 173 

Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken,  Keble , 174 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn,  Montgomery 70 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning,  Heber...  80 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us,  Milman 394 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill,  Heber 359 

C. 

Children  of  God  lack  nothing,  Newton 13 

Christians,  awake,  salute  the  happy  morn,  Ancient 66 

Christ,  through  whom  all  blessings  flow,  Wesley 31 

City  of  heaven,  Jerusalem,  Ancient .. 33 

Come  hither!  ye  faithful,  Latin  Hymn 67 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire,  Wesley 5 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire,  Ordinal,.., 138 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Beddome 147 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord,  Montgomery 32 

Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord,  Steele 155 

Come,  let  us  anew,  Wesley 79 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  Watts 285 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above,  Wesley 24 

Come,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking,  Von  Cannitz^  tr. 

by  Arnold ,  -. ......  370 

Com-*,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,  Newton 231 


INDEX.  367 

Come,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown,  Wesley Hymn  238 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast,  Huntingdon  228 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King,  Ma  dan 291 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer,  Montgomery 340 

Come  unto  Christ,  ye  weary,  Ml Cheynt 226 

Come,  ye  saints,  draw  nigh  and  wonder,  Unknown 120 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy,  Hart 222 

Come,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted,  Unknown 223 

Creator  Spirit!  by  whose  aid,  Dry  den 144 

D. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dost,  Montgomery 189 

Day  of  wrath!    That  day  of  mourning, Ancient 408 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  Steele...- 310 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall,  Steele 242 

Deathless  spirit,  come,  arise,  Toplady 404 

Depth  of  mercy!   can  there  be.  Wesley 241 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing.  Lord,  Hart 49 

Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim,  Newton 243 

Do  nut  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord,  Doddridge 277 

E. 

Eternal  beam  of  light  divine,  Wesley , 316 

Eternity,  Eternity,  German , 417 

F. 

Father,  in  whom  we  live,  Wesley 151 

Father  of  all,  from  whom  we  trace.  Unknown 188 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I'd  flee,  Coivper 377 

Flow,  my  contrite  tears,  flow  faster,  Laurenti 101 

For  a  season  called  to  part,  Newton 355 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be,Wesley 259 

Forever  with  the  Lord,  Montgomery 402 

For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands,  Newton 176 

Forth  flames  the  standard  of  our  king.  Latin  hymn,  tr. 

by  Bishop  Williams 102 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky.  Heber 29 

Forth  in  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  we  go,  Wesley 347 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  Stowell 233 

Full  of  trembling  expectation,  Wesley 314 


368  INDEX. 


G. 


Gently,  gently  lay  Thy  rod,  Lyte Hymn  309 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise,  Watts 410 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,  Gerhardt 271 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  Newton 22 

Glory  to  Thee,  Thou  righteous  God,  Unknown 388 

God  is  in  His  holy  temple,  Montgomery 38 

God!  my  supporter  and  my  hope,  Watts 267 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days,  Doddridge 280 

God  the  Creator  bless'd,  Montgomery 37 

God  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth,  Keble 214 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,  Montgomery 103 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime,  Montgomery..   395 

Great  God,  I  call  upon  Thy  name,  Unknown 364 

Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear,  Unknown 159 

Great  God,  we  own  Thy  sov'reign  hand,  Unknown 390 

Great  High-priest,  we  view  Thee  stooping,  Moravian....     98 

Great  High-priest,  who  deign'dst  to  be,  Angelus 283 

Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear,  Newton 184 

Great  Source  of  being  and  of  love,  Doddridge 194 

Great  the  joy  when  Christians  meet,  Unknown 30 

H. 

Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Wesley 150 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise,  Madan 128 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus,  Bakewell Ill 

Hark!  a  voice  divides  the  sky,  Wesley 392 

Hark!  my  soul!  it  is  the  Lord,  Cowper 275 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee,  Montgomery 84 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices,  Caivood 71 

Head  of  the  hosts  in  glory,  Brydges 25 

Healer  Divine,  O  hear  our  prayer,  Moravian 256 

Hearts  of  stone  relent,  relent,  Wesley 109 

He  is  risen,  He  is  risen,  Unknown 114 

Heralds  of  Creation  !   cry,  3 font g ornery 7 

Here,  in  Thy  name,  Eternal  God,  Montgomery 183 

His  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath,  Ancient 104 

Holy  Ghost!   with  light  divine,  Unknown 149 

Holy  Father,  great  Creator,  Bp.  Griswold 153 

Holy  Jesus,  Saviour  blest,  Ancient 86 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Wesley 133 


INDEX.  369 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Montgomery Hymn  152 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light,  Ancient 146 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light,  Watts 125 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord,  Ileber 60 

How  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin,  Spitta 329 

How  beautiful  the  feet  that  bring,  Unknown 179 

How  do  Thy  mercies  close  me  round,  Wesley 381 

How  rich  Thy  favours,  God  of  Grace,  Doddridge 297 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  Newton 274 

I. 

If  death  my  friend  and  me  divide,  Wesley 393 

If  human  kindness  meets  return,  Noel 178 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus,  Bonar 375 

Interval  of  grateful  shade,  Doddridge 350 

In  tears  and  trials  we  must  sow,  Lyte 304 

In  the  vineyard  of  our  Father,  Unknown 200 

In  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling,  Kelly 47 

In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  Ileber 62 

In  Thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am,  Moravian 12 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid,  Hawkesworth 346 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away,  Watts 376 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God,  Waits 10 

I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears,  Unknown 372 

Israel,  in  ancient  days,  Coiuper 4 

It  is  the  Lord!  —  Behold  His  hand,  Montgomery 157 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old,  Unknown..  207 

I  was  a  foe  to  God,  Tersteegen 373 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep,  Bona? 374 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus,  Unknown 368 

J. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,  Unknown  413 

Jerusalem !    high    tow'r   thy    glorious    walls,    German 

Hymn,  tr.  by  Bishop  W  hitting  ham 414 

Jesus,  at  Thy  command,  Toplady 254 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day,  Old  English 115 

Jesus?  hour  is  not  yet  come,  Spitta 323 

Jesus,  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold,  Unknown 136 

Jesus!  I  love  Thy  charming  name,  Doddridge 281 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,  Lyte 326 

Y 


370  INDEX. 

Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye,  Wesley Hymn     93 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee,  Unknown 95 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  Heaven  is  gone,  Cennick 252 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me,  M'Dvff 261 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace,  Doddridge 209 

Jesus,  since  first  I  heard  Thy  voice,  Unknown 331 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us,  Duncan 366 

Jesus!  the  very  thought  of  Thee,  St.  Bernard 272 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness,  Zinzendorf 250 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet,  Cowper 40 

Join  all  the  glorious  names,  Watts 16 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come,  Watts 83 

Just  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea,  Elliott 262 

K. 

Kindred  in  Christ!  for  His  dear  sake,  Newton 28 

L. 

Let  me  not,  Thou  King  Eternal,  Ancient 416 

Let  the  land  mourn  through  all  its  coasts,  Montgomery.  156 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind,  Milton 8 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake,  Doddridge 181 

Lift  not  thou  the  wailing  voice,  Bp.  Doane 391 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high,  Ware 123 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  Wesley 52 

Little  travellers  Zionward,  Edmeston 206 

Lo!   He  comes  with  clouds  descending,  C.  Wesley 61 

Lo !  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms,  Steele 224 

Look,  ye  saints;  the  sight  is  glorious,  Kelly 3  29 

Lord,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear,  Watts 73 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost,  Montgomery 143 

Lord,  go  with  us,  and  we  go,  Croswell 212 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine,  Davis 175 

Lord,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead,  Unknown 158 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear,  Watts 45 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care,  Baxter 338 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went,  Croswell 21 1 

Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  Thy  feast,  Sigourney  .* 177 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear,  Wesley 191 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above,  Watts 41 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright,  Montgomery 236 


INDEX.  371 

Lord,    Thou   hast   searched    and    seen    me    through, 

Watts Hymn  378 

Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven,  Ancient 289 

Lord,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless,  Unknown 180 

Lord,  we  listen  to  Thy  call,  Ancient 91 

Lord,  whose  love  in  pow'r  excelling,  Ancient 89 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne,  Carlisle 92 

Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray,  Wexford 1G2 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling,  Wesley 278 

M. 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb,  Newton 119 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour,  Newton 48 

Mercy,  0  Thou  Son  of  David,  Newton 230 

Messiah  !   at  thy  glad  approach,  Logan 58 

Mighty  God!   while  angels  bless  Thee,  Robinson 21 

Mine  be  Zion's  habitation,  Ancient 411 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join,  Medley 68 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day,  Unknown 168 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because,  Xavier 273 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love,  Watts 352 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love,  Watts 282 

My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise,  Waits 287 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray,  Elliott 380 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,  Watts 292 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love,  Doddridge 167 

My  God,  when  at  Thy  throne  I  bend,  Lyte 245 

My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know.  Watts 361 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all,  Cowper 72 

My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt,  Schmolck 298 

My  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth,  Waring 270 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life,  Unknown .....   332 

My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee,  Brydges ,   234 

N. 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  Thee  go,  Newton 333 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  Adams 339 

No  blood  of  bird  or  beast,  Watts. 17 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more,  Watts 251 

Not  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep,  Barbauld 216 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes,  Watts 294 

Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast.  Ancient 124 


372  INDEX. 

Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again,  Croswell Hymn  55 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  Doddridge 293 

Now  to  Thine  altar,  Lord,  Beddome 260 

Now  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast,  Wesley 318 


0. 

0  come,  let  us  raise,  Montgomery 195 

O  come,  my  partners  in  distress,  Wesley 263 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  Williams 190 

0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing.  Wesley 19 

OGod!   our  help  in  ages  past,  Watts 76 

0  God,  unseen  yet  ever  near,  Unknown 172 

Oh!   for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  Wesley 305 

Oh,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love,  Wesley 269 

Oh  God,  creation's  secret  Force,  Unknoivn 357 

Oh!  timely  happy,  timely  wise,  Keble 343 

0  hallowed  Head!  compelled  to  bow,  Lyte 106 

O  happy  day,  when  first  was  pour'd,  Ancient 77 

O  help  us,  Lord  —  each  hour  of  need,  Milman 94 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace,  Ancient 342 

O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain,  Wesley 100 

O  lead  me  to  the  Rock,  Watts 321 

O  Lord,  behold  before  Thy  throne,  Unknown 199 

O  Lord,  how  vile  am  I,  Unknown 240 

O  Lord  !  my  best  desire  fulfil,  Cowper 301 

O  Lord,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care,  Unknown 336 

O  Love  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art,  Wesley 279 

O  Love,  thou  fathomless  abyss,  Wesley 257 

O  mighty  is  the  power  of  prayer,  Lyte 235 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem,  Quarles 412 

Once  the  angel  started  back,  Bp.  Williams 112 

Once  more  the  sun  is  beaming  bright,  St.  Ambrose 341 

Once  more,  O  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be,  Bp.  Doane 56 

One  Name  above  all  glorious  names,  Keble 9 

One  sole  baptismal  sign,  Robinson 23 

On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry,  Ancient. 51 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  Stennett 400 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  Kelly 82 

O   sacred   Head,  now   wrounded,  Gerhardt,  tr.   by  Dr. 

Alexander 105 

O  Saviour,  leave  us  not  alone,  Croswell 85 


INDEX.  373 

0  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone,  Ancient Hymn  88 

0  Thou,  by  long  experience  tried,  Guion 299 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,  Halves 819 

0  Thou  who  didst  prepare,  Tonna 213 

0  Thou  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith,  Toplady 255 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed,  Lyte 3  39 

Our  God  is  Love,  and  all  His  saints,  Unknown 284 

0  Wisdom,  who  o'er  earth  below,  Ancient 50 

0  Zion   when  we  muse  on  Thee,  Kelly 265 

P. 

Pain  and  toil  are  over  now,  Ancient 113 

Peace,  doubting  heart,  my  God's  I  am,  Wesley 258 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above,  Lyte 34 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  Watts 15 

People  of  the  living  God,  Montgomery 26 

Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high,  Montgomery 182 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus!  at  Thy  feet,  Stennett 244 

Q. 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart,  Newton 302 

E. 

Redeemer,  now  Thy  work  is  done,  Unknown 135 

Rejoice!  rejoice!  believers,  Laurenti 64 

Return,  my  roving  heart !  return,  Doddridge 87 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  majesty,  Milman 96 

S. 

Safely  through  another  week,  Newton 358 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing,  Edmeston 351 

Saviour!  in  mercy  hear  the  sighs,  Unknown 356 

Saviour!   once  to  Thee  presented,  Unknown 325 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand,  Conder 63 

Send  out  Thy  light  and  Truth,  0  God,  Montgomery 185 

Send,  Lord,  Thy  light  amid  th'  encircling  gloom,  Lyra. 

Apost 379 

Servant  of  God,  well  done,  Wesley 217 

Shall  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone.  Allen 828 

Shepherd  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless,  Moravian..   Hymn  171 

32 


374  INDEX. 

Show  pity,  Lord  ;   0  Lord,  forgive,  Watts......... 289 

Sing  Hallelujah;   sing,  Montgomery 165 

Soon  and  forever,  Monsell 268 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine,  St.  Gregory 345 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed,  Montgomery 208 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay,  Montgomery 220 

Spirit  of  Truth!   on  this  Thy  day,  Heber 140 

Spirit,  pour'd  on  Pentecost,  Unknown 145 

Stand  th'  omnipotent  decree,  Wesley 409 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,  Montgomery 39 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  thy  fears  dismiss,  Watts 137 

Strive,  for  the  way  is  strait,  Unknown 227 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows,  Coivper 69 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  Watts 46 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing,  Beatty 108 

Sun  of  my  soul!  Thou  Saviour  dear,  Keble 354 


T. 

Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour,  Unknown 386 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King,  Herbert 335 

That  great  day  of  wrath  and  terror,  Ancient 407 

Th'  atoning  work  is  done,  Unknown 130 

The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap,  Heber 406 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high,  Cowper 315 

The  Church  has  waited  long,  Bonar 59 

The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers,  Doddridge 312 

The  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky,  Ancient 116 

The  God  of  harvest  praise,  Montgomery 161 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord,  Watts 1 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come,  Logan , 403 

The  Lord  ascendeth  up  on  high,  Ancient 127 

The  Lord  descended  from  nbove,  Stemhold 154 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed,  Kelly 122 

The  Lord  is  King!  lift  up  thy  voice,  Conder 296 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake,  Heber 57 

The  moment  comes,  the  only  one,  Montgomery •  399 

The  morning  bright,  Unknown 362 

The    night    is    dark  —  behold   the   shade   was   deeper, 

Unknown 371 

The  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet,  Unknown 126 

The  sepulchres,  how  thick  they  stand,  Doddridge 389 


INDEX.  375 

The  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war,  Heber Hymn  35 

The  starry  firmament  on  high.  Grant 2 

The  voice  of  free  grace,  ThorsLy  20 

The  voice  at  midnight  came,  Montgomery 221 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep.  Heber.  247 

There  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid,  Unknown 218 

There  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land,  Old  Hymn  401 

There  is  a  happy  lurid,  far.  far  away.  Unknown 205 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,  Coicper 18 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray.  East 306 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose,  Watts 360 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore 

thee,  Heber 219 

Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord.  Baffles 317 

Though  I  walk  the  downward  shade,  Unknown 398 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose,  Wesley 253 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height,  Tersteegen 276 

Thousands,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day,  Montgomery 387 

Thou  very  present  aid,  Wesley 324 

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  above,  Watts 330 

Thou,  whose  Almighty  word,  Marriott 187 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on.  Watts 349 

Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer,  Grant 322 

Thy  way  is  in  the  sea.  Faweeti 264 

'Tis  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand,  Watts 160 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope.  Coicper 405 

To-morrow,  Lor  I.  is  thine,  Doddridge 353 

To  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country,  Ancient 415 

'Twas  the  good  physician  now.  Unknown 385 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night,  Watts 170 

U. 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes.  Watts 344 

W. 

"Walking  on  the  winged  wind,  Montgomery 104 

Watchman!   tell  us  of  the  night,  Bowring 54 

"Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God.  Wesley 246 

"We  come  not  with  a  costly  store,  Croswell 81 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above.  Unknown 229 

What  a  strange  and  wondrous  story,  Unknown 197 


3*76  INDEX. 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page,  Cowper Hymn  3 

What  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do,  Unknown 203 

What  sinners  value  I  resign,  Waits 266 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  Cowper 237 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray,  Taylor 367 

When  first  the  Spirit  of  our  God,  Keble 141 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven,  Keble J  42 

When  His  salvation  bringing,  Unknown 196 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God,  Conder... 307 

When  I  the  holy  grave  survey,  Wallin 121 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  Gibbons 210 

When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be,  Wesley 303 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past,  Noel 320 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose,  Edmeston 348 

When  thou  art  kneeling  down  at  night,  Unknoivn 369 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands,  Logan 134 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn,  Watts 249 

Why  doth  my  Saviour  weep,  Keble 97 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,  Watts 396 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  king,  Watts 148 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun,  Newton 78 

Within  Thy  courts  have  millions  met,  Montgomery 43 

With  joy  we  hasten  to  the  place,  Moravian 44 

Words  are  things  of  little  cost,  Unknoivn 201 

Workman  of  God  !  O  lose  not  heart,  Faber 192 

Y. 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim,  Unknown 193 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm,  Doddridge 169 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  Doddridge 53 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak,  Part  II.,  Wesley 238 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints,  Toplady 313 

Z. 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded,  Kelly 27 


THE    END. 


HYMNS 


FROM    THE 


BOOK  OF  COMMON  PRAYEB. 


HYMNS. 

HYMXl.    CM. 
/IJ  REAT  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
^  Qn  an  thy  works  I  look ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars  that  in  their  courses  roll, 

Have  much  instruction  given ; 
But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  soar  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid, 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies ; 
Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 
And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been ; 
And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

6  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 
!NTot  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 
Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

7  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 
132 


HYMN  2.    CM. 
"U1ATHER  of  mercies!  in  thy  word 
"*■    What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  Name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 
2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhanstless  riches  find; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 
8  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6  Divine  Instrncter,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


a 


2.  Crcitfoir. 

HYMN  3.    CM. 
REAT  first  of  beings !  mighty  Lord 
Of  all  this  vv  ondrous  frame ! 
Produced  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 
Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command, 

'Twas  instantly  obey'd : 
And  through  thy  goodness  all  things  stand 
Which  by  thy  power  v/er»  made. 
12  133 


HYMNS. 

3  Lord,  for  thy  glory  shine  the  whole ; 

They  all  reflect  thy  light : 
For  this,  in  course  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4  For  this,  the  sun  dispenses  heat 

And  beams  of  cheering  day; 

And  distant  stars,  in  order  set, 

By  night  thy  power  display. 

5  For  this,  the  earth  its  produce  yields ; 

For  this,  the  waters  How  ; 
And  hlooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 
And  trees  aspiring  grow. 

6  Inspired  with  praise,  our  minds  pursue 

This  wise  and  noble  end ; 
That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 
Shall  to  thine  honour  tend. 

HYMN 4    CM. 

Genesii  i. 

T  ET  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear, 
-*~*  Proclaim' d  tlr  Eternal  Lord : 

The  heaven  arose,  the  earth  appear'd, 
At  his  creating  word. 

2  But  formless  was  the  earth,  and  void, 

Dark,  sluggish,  and  confused ; 
'Till  o'er  the  mas3  tlie  Spirit  moved, 
And  quickening  power  diffused. 

3  Then  spake  the  Lord  Omnipotent 

The  mandate,  "  Be  there  light :  " 
Light  darted  forth  in  vivid  rays, 
And  scatter7d  ancient  night. 

4  The  glorious  firmament  he  spread, 

To  part  the  earth  and  sky ; 
And  fix'd  the  upper  elements 
Within  their  spheres  on  high. 
134 


5  He  bade  the  seas  together  flow ; 

They  left  the  solid  land : 
And  herbs,  and  plants,  and  fruitful  trees, 
Sprung  forth  at  his  command. 

6  Above,  he  form'd  the  stars ;  and  placed 

Two  greater  orbs  of  light; 
The  radiant  sun  to  rule  the  day, 
The  moon  to  rule  the  night. 

7  To  all  the  varied  living  tribes 

He  gave  their  wondrous  birth  : 
Some  form'd  within  the  watery  deep, 
Some  from  the  teeming  earth. 

8  Then,  chief  o'er  all  his  works  below, 

Man,  honour'd  man,  was  made ; 
His  soul  with  God's  pure  image  stamp'd, 
With  innocence  array'd. 

0  Completed  now  the  mighty  work, 
God  his  creation  view'd ; 
And,  pleased  with  all  that  he  had  made, 
Pronounced  it  "  very  good." 

HYMN  5.    II.  1. 

Psalm  cxlyiii. 

Praise  from  Living  Creatures. 
T>EGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay ; 
-*-*  Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  Name : 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  the  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing ; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 
And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 
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HYMN& 

3  Wliate'er  this  living  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air  or  treads  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow ; 
Ye  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide, 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide. 

And  in  the  deeps  below. 

4  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  HIS  tremendous  Name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

HYMN  6.    HI. 

Pealm  cxlviii. 

Praise  from  the  Elements  and  Worlds. 
~Y~E  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
*-  Where  pure,  serene  effulgence  reigns, 
Ye  scenes  divinely  fair, 
Your  Maker's  wondrous  power  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  shining  frame, 
And  breathed  the  fluid  air. 

2  Join,  all  ye  stars,  the  vocal  choir ; 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire, 

The  mighty  chorus  aid  ; 
And,  soon  as  evening  veils  the  plain, 
Thou  moon,  prolong  the  hallo w'd  strain, 

And  praise  Him  in  the  shade. 

3  Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God  ; 

Ye  worlds,  declare  his  might ; 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made, 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

4  Let  every  element  rejoice ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 
To  Him  who  bids  you  roll ; 
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His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

HYMN 7.    LIT. 

Paalm  xii. 

HHHE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
-*-  With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale ; 
And,  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Eepeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


3.  I^rofrtkwx* 

HYMN  8.    L.M. 
TjlTERKAL  Source  of  every  joy ! 
■"  Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee,  Sovereign  of  the  year. 
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HYMNS. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole  : 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring  at  thy  command 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light,  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

HYMN  9.   E.  3. 


rpHE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
-*■  And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vale3  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
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HYMNS. 

8  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

HYMN  10.    CM. 
"TITHEH  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
'  '    My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  0  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Thy  providence  my  life  sustained, 

And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

5  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

C  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

V  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 
It  gently  clear' d  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 
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8  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renaw'd  my  face  ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrow  sunk, 
Kevived  my  soul  with  grace. 

9  Thy  "bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er ; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  store. 

1 0  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
JSTor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

11  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But  0  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYAIX  ll.    m.  l. 

Psalm  xxxi.  15. 

" My  times  are  in  thy  hand" 
O  OVEREIGN"  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
^  Ever  gracious,  ever  wise, 

All  our  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

All  events  at  thy  command. 
2  He  that  form'd  us  in  the  womb, 

He  shall  guide  us  to  the  torn  i ; 

All  our  ways  shall  ever  be 

Order'd  by  his  wise  decree. 
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HYMNS. 

3  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
Blighting  want,  and  cheerful  wealth, 
All  our  pleasures,  all  our  pains, 
Come,  and  end,  as  God  ordains. 

4  May  we  always  own  thy  hand, 
Still  to  thee  surrendered  stand, 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 
We  and  ours  are  all  thy  own ! 

HYMN  12.    CM. 
f^\  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
^-*      His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines, 

With  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  gracious  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  : 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 
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HYMNS. 


HYiiXlS.    S.1C. 

Job  ix.  2-6. 

H,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 


2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark, 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  the  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  : 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake  : 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

HY3IX11    LM. 

Job  ix.  30-33. 

fTlHOUGH  I  should  seek  to  wash  me  clean 
■*-     In  water  of  the  driven  snow, 
My  soul  would  yet  its  spot  retain, 
And  sink  in  conscious  guilt  and  woe : 

2  The  Spirit,  in  his  power  divine, 

Would  cast  my  vaunting  soul  to  earth, 
Expose  the  foulness  of  its  sin, 

And  show  the  vileness  of  its  worth. 
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HYMNS. 

3  Ah.  not  like  erring  man  is  God, 

That  men  to  answer  him  should  dare ; 
Condernn'd,  and  into  silence  awed, 
They  helpless  stand  before  his  bar. 

4  There,  must  a  Mediator  plead, 

Who,  God  and  man,  may  both  embrace ; 
"With  God,  for  man  to  intercede, 
And  offer  man  the  purchased  grace. 

5  And  lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  slain 

To  be  this  Mediator  crown'd : 
In  Him,  my  soul,  be  cleansed  from  stain, 
In  Him  thy  righteousness  be  found ! 

HUM  15.   L.M. 
A  LL  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 
■"■  Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  : 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view. 

2  Once  we  were  fallen,  and  O  how  low  ! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  woe  : 
When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love, 

3  Scatter'd  the  shades  of  death  and  night, 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light : 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverisli'd  and  undone. 

4  He  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours ; 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 

HYMN  16.    CM. 
O  ALVATION  !  0  the  joyful  sound, 
^     Glad  tidings  to  our  ears  ; 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
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HYMX5. 

2  Salvation  !  buried  once  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  now  we  rise  by  grace  divine, 
And  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation  !  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  : 
Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  Xame, 
Thy  Xame  inspire  our  songs. 

Chorus  for  the  end  of  each  terse. 
Glory,  honour,  praise,  and  power 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever  ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord  ! 

HYMN  17.    ait 

npO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  Xame 
■*■     Awake  the  sacred  song  : 
0  may  his  love  (immortal  flame) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach ; 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die ! 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 
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IIYMNS. 

5  0  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  Name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

HYMN  18.    HI  3. 
O  AVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 
^     Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Didst  redeem  me  with  t'hy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life  thus  far  IVe  come ; 
Safe,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

HYMN  19.    CM. 

Titus  iii.  4-7. 

"TV/TY  grateful  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
•***■    For  ever  love  his  Name, 

Who  turn'd  thee  from  the  fatal  paths 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

2  Vain  and  presumptuous  is  the  trust 

Which  in  our  works  we  place ; 
Salvation  from  a  higher  source 
Flows  to  our  fallen  race. 

3  'Tis  from  the  love  of  God  through  Christ 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
His  mercy  saved  our  souls  from  death 
And  wash'd  us  from  our  sin. 
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HYMXS. 

4  His  Spirit,  through  the  Saviour  shed, 

His  sacred  fire  imparts, 
Removes  our  dross,  and  love  divine 
Enkindles  in  our  hearts. 

5  Thus  raised  from  death,  we  live  anew  ; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  hope  in  glory  to  appear, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 


HYMN  20.    C.  31. 
"CTO~\Y  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
-*--*-     Unconscious  of  its  load  : 

The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray  : 
Reason  debased  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise  ; 

And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 

From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

6  0  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine : 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 
14G 


HYMN  21.   CM. 
TjlATHER,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift, 
-*-    On  thee  ray  hope  depends, 
Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 

And  power  and  wisdom  too  ; 
Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought, 

Our  good  is  all  divine  ; 
The  praise  of  every  holy  thought 
And  righteous  word  is  thine. 

4  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 

The  power  on  thee  to  call, 
In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live  ; 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  22.    III.  1. 

SING,  my  soul,  His  wondrous  love, 
Who,  from  yon  hright  throne  above, 
Ever  watchful  o'er  our  race, 
Still  to  man  extends  his  grace. 

2  Heaven  and  earth  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  sceptre  sway'd ; 

What  are  we  that  he  should  show 
So  much  loye  to  us  below ! 

3  God,  the  merciful  and  good, 
Bought  us  with  the  Saviour's  blooc* 
And,  to  make  our  safety  sure, 
Guides  us  by  his  Spirit  pure. 

4  Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  £Tame, 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme : 
Praise  him  till  he  calls  thee  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. 

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HYiTN'S. 

HYMN  23.    S.M. 
/^  RACE  I  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
^-*"  Harmonious  to  the  ear ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  means  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  guides  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


a.  %  c&tutfe. 

imrx2±.  s.ir. 

T  IKE  Xoah's  weary  dove, 
-*-^  That  soar'd  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found  ; 

2  0  cease, my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
lias  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door  ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 
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HYMNS. 

And,  when  the  waves  of  iro 
Again  the  earth  sha)l  fill, 

The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire  : 
Then  rest  on  Sion's  hill. 


HYMN  25.    S.  M. 
T  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
-*-    The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  0  God  ; 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare,  or  her  woe, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

V  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 

Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 
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HYMNS. 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last. 
To  Siou  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

HYiTN  26.    C.  if. 

Hebrews  xii.    18,    22-24. 

1V~0T  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
-^    The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  : 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
"Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  • 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God ; 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light : 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just 
Whose  faith  is  changed  to  sight. 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven ; 
Hear  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  sins,  through  Christ,  forgiven. 

5  Angels,  and  living  saints  and  dead, 

But  one  communion  make : 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  vital  Head, 
And  of  his  love  partake. 

imrx27.  s.ir 

T3LEST  is  the  tie  that  binds 
-*-*  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love: 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 
2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  united  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one ; 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
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HYMNS. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  at  death  must  part, 

How  keen,  how  deep  the  pain : 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Throughout  eternity. 

HYMN 28.   HI. 

Pealm  cxxii. 

The  Church  in  Glory. 
"WITH  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day 
^    That  calls  my  willing  soul  away, 
To  dwell  among  the  blest: 
For  lo !  my  great  Kedeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door 
And  points  me  to  his  rest. 
2  Ev'n  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise ; 

Their  glory  I  survey ; 

I  view  her  mansions  that  contain 

The  angel  host,  a  beauteous  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

8   Thither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Lo  \  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Borne  on  immortal  wing ; 
There,  crown'd  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  ceaseless  hymns  their  tongues  employ 
Before  th'  Almighty  King. 
4  The  King  a  seat  hath  there  prepared, 
High  on  eternal  base  uprear'd. 
For  his  eternal  Son : 
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HYMTSIS. 

His  palaces  with  joy  abound ; 

His  saints,  by  him  with  glory  crown'd, 

Attend  and  share  his  throne. 
5  Mother  of  cities  !  o'er  thy  head 

Bright  peace,  with  healing  wings  outspread, 

For  evermore  shall  dwell : 
Let  me,  blest  seat !  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enroll'd, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell. 

11131X29.    LI 

Isaiah  lii.  1,  2. 

rpBIUMPHANT  Sion!  lift  thy  head 
-*-   From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead : 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known : 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  In  o  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread ; 
So  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair  : 

Xor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 
HYMN  30.    II.  4. 
A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  awake, 
-^-  And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
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HYMNS. 

1  our  joyful  homage  pay : 
Welcome  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven1  s  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquish'd  all  our  foes  : 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign* 

4  Great  King,  gird  on  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car ; 
While  justice,  truth,  and  love, 

Maintain  thy  glorious  war  : 
This  day  let  sinners  own  thy  sway, 
And  rebels  cast  their  arms  away. 

HYMN 31.    CM. 
rpHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
-*■   Let  young  and  old  rejoice : 
To  him  be  vows  and  homage  paid, 
Whose  service  is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord : 

How  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  reverence  seek  his  face. 

3  This  is  the  homage  he  requires ; 

The  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 
The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves  and  all  we  are. 
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4  While  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call, 

Propitious  from  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  the  Maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleased,  through  Jesus  Christ  his  Son, 

From  sin  he  grants  release  ; 
According  to  their  faith  'tis  done, 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

HIMN32.    S.M. 
"WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
^  *       That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 
2  The  King  himself  comes  near 
To  feast  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
8  One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  Jesus  is  within, 
Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 
4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
Till  it  is  call'd  to  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  33.    L.tf. 
A  NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
*-*-  Another  Lord's  day  has  begun  ; 
Return, my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  hours  thy  God  hath  blest* 
2  This  day  may  our  devotion  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 
And  heaven  that  sweet  repose  bestow, 
Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it  know. 
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HYMNS. 

3  This  peaceful  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  sure  pledge  of  heavenly  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away  : 
How  sweet  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

HYMN  34.   II.  3. 
Q.REAT  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
^-*     Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers ; 
Gladly  we  now  to  thee  resign 

These  solemn,  consecrated  hours : 
O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

2  All-seeing  God  !  thy  piercing  eye 

Can  every  secret  thought  explore ; 
May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 

And,  where  thou  art,  intrude  no  more : 
O  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move, 
And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above ! 

3  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart, 

And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 
Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart : 

Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine  ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

HYMN  35.    II.  4. 
TN"  loud  exalted  strains, 
-*■     The  King  of  glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
But  Sion,  with  his  presence  blest, 
Is  his  delight,  his  chosen  rest. 
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HYMX3. 

2  0  King  of  Glory,  come  ; 

And  with  thy  favour  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  home, 

This  people  as  thy  own  : 
Beneath  this  roof  vouchsafe  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

3  ISTow  let  thine  ear  attend 

Our  supplicating  cries ; 
Now  let  our  praise  ascend, 

Accepted  to  the  skies  : 
ISTow  let  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Spread  its  celestial  influence  round. 

4  Here  may  the  listening  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 
Here  Christians  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above  : 
Till  all  who  humbly  seek  thy  face, 
Kejoice  in  thy  abounding  grace. 

11131X36.    L.M. 

THAE  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone ; 

■*■      Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
From  flesh  and  sense  I  would  be  free, 
And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire 

To  see  thy  grace,  to  taste  thy  love. 
And  feel  thine  influence  from  above. 

3  "When  I  can  say  that  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  see  thy  glories  shine, 
I'll  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great. 

4  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land  ; 

And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 
The  joys  tha*  from  thy  presence  flow. 
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HYMNS. 

HYMN  37.    L.M. 
TV/TY  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 
JxL     The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day  ; 
My  thoughts,  0  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

2  I  yield  my  heart  to  thee  alone, 

Nor  would  receive  another  guest ; 
Eternal  King  !  erect  thy  throne, 

And  reign  sole  monarch  in  my  breast. 

3  0  hid  this  trifling  world  retire, 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away ; 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 

One  sinful  thought,  through  all  the  day, 

4  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 

My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

HYMN  38.    m.l. 

npO  thy  temple  I  repair  ; 

-*-   Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there  ; 
While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 

2  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love^  to  mine  attend  ; 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

3  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

4  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  Name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  on  high. 

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HYMXS. 

5  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say. 
"  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

ffYW  39.   I.  K 

After  Sermon. 

A  LMIGHTY  Father,  bless  the  word, 
-^-  Which,  through  thy  grace,  we  now  havo  heard: 
O  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit. 

2  We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face : 
Grant.  Lord,  that  we  who  worship  here 
May  all,  at  length,  in  heaven  appear. 

HXJIH  40.    m.  o. 
T  ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
•"     Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

0  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  thy  presence 
AYith  us  evermore  be  found. 

ADVENT. 
HYMN  41.    C.  M. 
TTARK !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
■"■     The  Saviour  promised  long : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  e^ery  voice  a  song 
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HYMNS. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  clay. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  Name. 

HY]\[N42.   HI.  3. 
TTAIL !  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
-"■     Born  to  set  thy  people  free  : 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art ; 
Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 
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HYMXS. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Eaise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN  43.    C.  3L 

Luke  ii.  8-15. 

XyHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 
^  *       All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  uFear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  display 'd, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song  : 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease." 

HT3IX44.    CM. 
TX7HILE  angels  thus,  0  Lord,  rejoice, 
'  '       Shall  men  no  anthem  raise  ? 
0  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongue3, 
When  we  forget  to  praise. 
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2  Then  let  us  swell  responsive  notes, 

And  join  the  heavenly  throng ; 
Eor  angels  no  such  love  have  known, 
As  we,  to  wake  their  song. 

3  Good-will  to  sinful  dust  is  shown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given ; 
For  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  conies, 
With  news  of  joy  from  heaven. 

4  Mercy  and  truth,  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  sing, 
"  The  promised  child  is  horn  !  " 

5  Glory  to  God,  in  highest  strains, 

By  highest  worlds  is  paid ; 
Be  glory,  then,  by  us  proclaim'd, 
And  by  our  lives  display'd ; 

6  Till  we  attain  those  blissful  realms, 

Where  now  our  Saviour  reigns ; 
To  rival  these  celestial  choirs 
In  their  immortal  strains. 

HYMN  45.   mi. 
TTARK !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
J-*-  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 

God  and  sinners  reconciled. 

2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem ! 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  Virgin's  womb. 

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HYMNS. 

4  Veil'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see : 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity, 

Pleased,  as  man,  with  man  to  dwell ; 
Jesus,  now  Emmanuel. 

5  Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings  ; 
Hail  the  Son  of  righteousness ! 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

HYMN  46. 

CJtorus. 

SHOUT  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King ! 

1  Sion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth  ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  earth  ! 

Chorus. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King ! 

2  Tell  how  he  cometh  ;  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 

How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown'd. 

Chorus. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  13  King ! 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing; 

One  chorus  resound  thro'  the  earth  and  the  skies: 

Chorus. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King ! 
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HYMXS. 

HYMN 47.    CM. 

Isaiah  ix.  2-7. 

npHE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined, 
-*-   Have  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  now  behold  the  dawn, 
Who  dwelt  in  death  and  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rising,  Sun  of  life, 

The  gathering  nations  come ; 

Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 

Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  For  thou  our  burden  hast  removed  , 

Th'  oppressor's  reign  is  broke  ; 
Thy  fiery  conflict  with  the  foe 
Has  burst  his  cruel  yoke. 

4  To  us  the  promised  Child  is  born ; 

To  us  the  Son  is  given ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

5  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

For  evermore  adored ; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  mighty  God  and  Lord. 

6  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

END  OF  TEE  TEAR. 
HYMN 48.    CM. 
rpiME  hastens  on ;  ye  longing  saints, 
-*-   Now  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
And  magnify  that  sovereign  love 
Which  shows  salvation  nigh. 
2  As  time  departs  salvation  comes ; 
Each  moment  brings  it  near : 
Then  welcome  each  declining  clay, 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 
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HTMX3. 

3  ISTot  many  years  their  course  shall  ran. 
Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  transported  eyes. 

HMN  49.    C.  M. 

St.  Luke  xiii.  6-9. 

SEE,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
A  barren  fig-tree  stands  ; 
No  fruit  it  yields,  no  blossom  bears, 
Though  planted  by  His  hands. 

2  From  year  to  year  the  tree  He  views, 

And  still  no  fruit  is  found  ; 
Then  "  Cut  it  down,"  the  Lord  commands 
"Why  cumbers  it  the  ground?  " 

3  But  lo  !  the  gracious  Saviour  pleads ; 

"The  barren  fig-tree  spare, 
Another  year  in  mercy  wait, 
It  yet  may  bloom  and  bear  : 

4  "But  if  my  culture  prove  in  vain, 

And  still  no  fruit  be  found, 
I  plead  no  more ;  destroy  the  tree, 
And  root  it  from  thy  ground." 

NEW  YEAR. 
HYMN  50.    L.  It 

rjlHE  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care 
-*-   With  blessings  crowns  each  opening  year 
My  scanty  span  doth  still  prolong, 
And  wakes  anew  mine  annual  song. 

2  How  many  precious  souls  are  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  to  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  period  run  I 

3  We  yet  survive ;  but  who  can  say, 

"Or  through  this  year,  or  month,  or  day, 
I  shall  retain  this  vital  breath, 
Thus  far,  at  least,  in  league  with  death  ?  " 
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HYMNS. 

4  That  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God ; 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  my  soul's  abode ; 
It  holds  its  life  from  thee  alone, 

On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

5  To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign, 

Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine ; 
So  shall  they  live  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising  year. 

6  Thy  children,  panting  to  be  gone, 
May  bid  the  tide  of  time  roll  on, 
To  land  them  on  that  happy  shore, 
Where  years  and  death  are  known  no  more. 

7  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  that  place ; 
No  groans,  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Kesounding  from  immortal  tongues : 

8  No  more  alarms  from  ghostly  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

9  0  long-expected  year !  begin ; 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  woe  and  sin ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  with  God. 

HYMN  51.   C.  ¥. 
A  S  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays, 
-*•*-  "Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh  ? 
'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepared  to  die. 

2  The  world  and  worldly  things  beloved, 
My  anxious  thoughts  employed ; 
And  time  unhallow'd,  unimproved, 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 
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HXMH& 

3  Yet,  holy  Father,  wild  despair 

Chase  from  my  labouring  breast ; 
Thy  grace  it  is  which  prompts  the  prayer, 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest. 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine  ; 

And  when  thy  sure  decree 
Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
O  speed  my  soul  to  thee. 

EPIPHAXY. 
EM  52.    S.  It 

Isaiah  lii.  7-10. 

TTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
-*-*■  Who  stand  on  Sion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  : 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  : 
"Sion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light : 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad* 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 
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HYMNS. 

HYMN  53.   H.  5. 

Iaftiah  lx.,  Ac. 

"P ISE,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise  ; 

-*-  **  Exalt  thy  towering  head  and  lift  thine  eyes : 
See  hearen  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons,  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend  : 

See  thy  bright  altars  throng'd  with  prostrate  kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains  ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

HYMN  54.    II.  6 

Fsalm  lxxii. 

TTAIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
■*"*■  Great  David's  greater  Son; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 

To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succour  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong, 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong: 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light. 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 
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HTMNB. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 

And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  hirth : 

Before  him.  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 

And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 
And  daily  vows  ascend ; 

His  kingdom,  still  increasing, 
A  kingdom  without  end : 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove ; 

His  Name  shall  stand  for  ever : 
That  Xame  to  us  is  Love. 

HIMN55.    CM, 

Isaiah  ii.  2-5. 

'ER  mountain-tops  the  mount  of  God 
In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Ahove  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Sion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge ; 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide : 
His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 
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HYMNS. 

5  For  peaceful  implements  shall  men 

Exchange  their  swords  and  spears; 
Nor  shall  they  study  war  again 
Throughout  those  happy  years. 

6  Come,  0  ye  house  of  Jacob  !  come 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  graces  shine. 

LENT. 

HYMN  56.    ELI. 
Litany. 
C  AVIOUR,  when  in  dust,  to  thee, 
^  Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes  ; 
O,  by  all  thy  pains  and  woe, 
SufFer'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness, 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  thy  wounds,  thy  crown  of  thorn, 
By  thy  cross,  thy  pangs  and  cries, 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 
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HYMS5. 

4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan. 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  power  from  death  to  save ; 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

imCs  57.    I.  H 
"A/TY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
■***■  A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  : 

Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
"Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  all  my  purest  joys  forego  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 
Thy  grace,  O  Lord,  can  draw  me  thence : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

HYKN58.   CM. 

A  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
-*  *-     What  snares  beset  my  way  ; 

To  heaven,  0  let  me  lift  mine  Qje^, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  IIow  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  : 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain, 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears. 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 
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HYM^S. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  nee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


H 


HYMN  59.    CM. 
OW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  : 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 


2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  ;  w 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O,  take  the  wanderer  home. 

8  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ; 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  : 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

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HYMK60.    L.M. 
f~\  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
^  The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 

Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  looks  to  thee, 

0  burst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 
2  AY  ash  out  its  stains,  remove  its  dross, 

Bind  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 

Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 

Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 
8  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 

Iso  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

Xo  harm,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee : 
0  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  will. 

[See  nymtvi  cm  Hejientancc] 

PASSIOX  ~\YEEK  AXD  GOOD  FRIDAY. 
HYMN  Gl.    III.  h 

Isaiah  lxui.  1—1. 

"TTTHO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
*  '       All  his  raiment  stain'd  with  blood, 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good  ; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  ? 
2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 
Travelling  onward  in  his  might ; 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  0  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquer'd,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 
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HYMNS. 

3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining  ? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining, 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain  : 
FalPn  they  are,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor  !  reign  for  ever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won ; 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done: 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes  ; 
Thou  hast  heal'd  thy  people's  woes. 

HYMN  62.   L.M. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See  !  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  a  Saviour's  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

HYMN  63.    C.  M. 
OEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
-*-*     Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 
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HTML'S. 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ; 
The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid  : 

"  Receive  my  soul !  "  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  fall  glory  shine  ; 
0  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
"Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 


fiTMNGt   CI 

IV  TY  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 
-^*-    In  agonies  and  blood, 

Methought  once  turned  his  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

4  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
Vhis  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 
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HYMNS. 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue — 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace — 
Its  seals  my  pardon  too. 

HYMN  65.    CM. 
Tj^ROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 
•*-       Which  heaven  and  earth  amaze  ? 

"Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground  1 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize ; 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black : 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all-atoning  blood ! 
Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  lie, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  every  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 

Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain ; 
O  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain. 

HYMN  W.    L.M. 

St.  John  xix.  30. 

'rpiS  finished ;    so  the  Saviour  cried, 
■*-   And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died : 
'Tis  finish'd :  yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 
2  'Tis  finish'd :  all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  long  designed. 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
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HYMNS. 

3  'Tis  finish'd :  Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore : 
The  sacred  vail  is  rent  in  twaiu, 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd :  this  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  hind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd :  heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil 'd : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  fmish'd:  let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 

'Tis  finish'd :  let  the  echo  fly 

Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth  and  sky, 

imiXGT.    L.M, 
For  the  Jews. 
TTIGH  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
•"-  Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string  ? 
Still  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Sion's  song  denies  to  sing  ? 

2  Awake !  thy  loudest  raptures  raise, 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains: 
Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways ; 
Behold,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

3  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 

And,  weeping,  think  on  Jordan's  flood ; 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home ; 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

4  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require  ; 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain ; 
Thy  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 
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HYMNS. 

5  Then  why  on  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string? 
Why  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Sion's  song  delays  to  sing? 

EASTER. 
HYMN  68,    CM. 

1  Cor.  v,  8. — Rom.  vi.  9,  10,  11. 

SINCE  Christ  our  Passover  is  slain, 
A  sacrifice  for  all, 
Let  all,  with  thankful  hearts,  agree 
To  keep  the  festival : 

2  Not  with  the  leaven,  as  of  old, 

Of  sin  and  malice  fed ; 
But  with  unfcign'd  sincerity, 
And  truth's  unleaven'd  bread. 

3  Christ  being  raised  by  power  divine, 

And  rescued  from  the  grave, 
Shall  die  no  more ;  death  shall  on  him 
No  more  dominion  have. 

4  For  that  he  died,  'twas  for  our  sins 

He  once  vouchsafed  to  die ; 
But  that  he  lives,  he  lives  to  God 
For  all  eternity. 

5  So  count  yourselves  as  dead  to  sin, 

But  graciously  restored, 
And  made,  henceforth,  alive  to  God 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

HYMN  69.   in.l. 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 
2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won : 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er, 
Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 
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o  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

HYMN  70,    L.M. 

Col.  iii.  I,  8. 

"YTE  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 
-*-    If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare : 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove, 

By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 

And  follow  Christ,  your  Head,  to  heaven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 

Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 
In  ail  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  power  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire, 

Contending  for  your  destined  place, 
And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

HTITN'71,    CM. 

1  Cor.  xv.  20,  21,  2  2. — Col.  iii.  1. 

CHRIST  from  the  dead  is  raised,  and  made 
The  First-Fruits  of  the  tomb  ; 
For,  as  by  man  came  death,  by  man 
Did  resurrection  come. 
2  For,  as  in  Adam  all  mankind 
Did  guilt  and  death  derive  ; 
So,  by  the  righteousness  of  Christ, 
Shall  all  be  made  alive. 
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HYMNS. 

3  If  then  ye  risen  are  with  Christ, 
Seek  only  how  to  get 
The  things  which  are  above,  where  Christ 
At  God's  right  hand  is  set. 

ASCENSION. 
HYMN  72.    L.M.. 
TTE  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies : 
**-*-  Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around : 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Ye  saints,  approach,  the  anguish  view 

Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men ; 
But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil' d  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  instruct,  and  save !  " 
Then  ask — uO  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  victory,  0  grave  ?  " 

HYMN  73.    L.M. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
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HYMNS. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "  "Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possess'd, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd. 

WHIT-SUXDAY. 

HY1IX71    CM. 

C03LE,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator  come, 
Inspire  these  souls  of  thine ; 
Till  every  heart  which  thou  hast  made, 
Be  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'st 

God's  law  in  each  true  heart ; 
The  promise  of  the  Father,  thou 
Dost  heavenly  speech  impart. 
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HYMN  53.    H.  5. 

Iaftiah  lx.,  Ac. 

13 ISE,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise  ', 
-*-*1  Exalt  thy  towering  head  and  lift  thine  eyes : 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons,  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend  : 

See  thy  bright  altars  throng'd  with  prostrate  kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke  decay, 
Kocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains ; 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

HYMN  54.    II.  6 

Fsalni  lxxii. 

TTAIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
-■"*-  Great  David's  greater  Son; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 

To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succour  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong, 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong: 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light. 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 
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3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  hirth : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom,  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  Name  shall  stand  for  ever : 

That  Xame  to  us  is  Love. 

HYMN 55.    CM, 

Isaiah  ii.  2-5. 

/~YER  mountain-tops  the  mount  of  God 
^  In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Ahove  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  trihes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  th&t  shine  from  Sion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge ; 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide : 
His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 
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HYMNS. 

5  For  peaceful  implements  shall  men 

Exchange  their  swords  and  spears; 
Nor  shall  they  study  war  again 
Throughout  those  happy  years. 

6  Come,  0  ye  house  of  Jacob  !  come 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  graces  shine. 

LENT. 

HYMN  5$.    in.l. 

Litany. 

SAVIOUK,  when  in  dust,  to  thee, 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes  ; 
O,  by  all  thy  pains  and  woe, 
Suffer'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness, 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  thy  wounds,  thy  crown  of  thorn, 
By  thy  cross,  thy  pangs  and  cries, 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice  ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 
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4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan. 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  power  from  death  to  save ; 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

HYMN1  57.   I.  tt 
IV/TY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
■*•*-*-  A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  : 

Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
"Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  all  my  purest  joys  forego  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 
Thy  grace,  0  Lord,  can  draw  me  thence : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

HYMN  58.    CM. 
A  Lx\S,  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
-*  *-     What  snares  beset  my  way  ; 
To  heaven,  0  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  : 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain, 
How  strong  my  foe3  and  fears. 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 
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4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  "Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  hire  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


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HYMN  59.    CM. 
OW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  : 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 


2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  u  Return  ;  " 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O,  take  the  wanderer  home. 

8  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ; 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  : 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 
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HYMHeO.    L.M. 
r\  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
^  The  darkness  shine th  as  the  light, 

Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  looks  to  thee, 

O  hurst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 
2  AY  ash  out  its  stains,  remove  its  dross, 

Bind  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 

Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 

Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 
8  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  he  thou  my  way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

Xo  harm,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  : 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  will. 

[See  Ilymtis  on  Ilepentanct.'\ 

PASSION  W££K  AXZ>  GOOD  FXIDAY. 
HYMN  Gl.    III.  4. 

Isaiah  lxiii.  1—1. 

"VTTHO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
'  "       All  his  raiment  stain'd  with  blood, 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good  ; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  ? 
2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 
Travelling  onward  in  his  might ; 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  0  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquer'd,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 
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HYMNS. 

3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining  ? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining, 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain  : 
Fall'n  they  are,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor  !  reign  for  ever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won ; 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done; 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  iocs  ; 
Thou  hast  heal'd  thy  people's  woes. 

HYMXG2.    L.M 
"TTTIIEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
**       On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See  !  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  a  Saviour's  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

HYMN  63.    C.  M. 
OEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
-*-'     Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me  ! 
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IIYMXS. 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  Lend ; 
The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid  : 

"  Keceive  my  soul !  "  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
\{^  bows  Lis  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
AVas  ever  love  like  thine! 


IIIMX  64.   CM. 
"\/f Y  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 
-"-*-    In  agonies  and  blood, 

Methought  once  turned  his  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

4  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
ilns  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 
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HYMNS. 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  hlackest  hue — 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace — 
Its  seals  my  pardon  too. 

HYMN  65.    CM, 
TCTROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 
•*-       Which  heaven  and  earth  amaze  ? 

Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground  \ 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonished  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize ; 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  bo  black : 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all-atoning  blood ! 
Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  He, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  every  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 

Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 
O  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain. 

HYMN  66.    L.M. 

St.  John  xix.  30. 

TT1IS  finish' d ;    so  the  Saviour  cried, 
■*■   And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died : 
'Tis  finish'd :  yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 
2  'Tis  finish'd :  all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  long  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
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3  'Tis  finish'd:  Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  : 
The  sacred  vail  is  rent  in  twain, 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finished  :  this  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finished:  heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  fmish'd:  let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 

'Tis  finished  :  let  the  echo  fly 

Through  heaven  and  hell  through  earth  and  sky. 

imiXG7.    L.M, 

For  the  Jeics. 
TTIGH  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
-*™*-  Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string  ? 
Still  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Sion's  song  denies  to  slug  ? 

2  Awake !  thy  loudest  raptures  raise, 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains: 
Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways ; 
Behold,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 

3  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 

And,  weeping,  think  on  Jordan's  flood ; 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home ; 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

4  Xo  taunting  foes  the  song  require  ; 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain ; 
Thy  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 
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HTMTTS. 

6  Then  why  on  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string? 
"Why  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Sion's  song  delays  to  sing? 

EASTER. 
HYMN  68,    C.  M. 

1  Cor.  v,  8. — Rom.  vi.  9,  10,  11. 

SINCE  Christ  our  Passover  is  slain, 
A  sacrifice  for  all, 
Let  all,  with  thankful  hearts,  agree 
To  keep  the  festival : 

2  Not  with  the  leaven,  as  of  old, 

Of  sin  and  malice  fed ; 
But  with  unfeign'd  sincerity, 
And  truth's  unleaven'd  bread. 

3  Christ  being  raised  by  power  divine, 

And  rescued  from  the  grave, 
Shall  die  no  more ;  death  shall  on  him 
No  more  dominion  have. 

4  For  that  he  died,  'twas  for  our  sins 

He  once  vouchsafed  to  die ; 
But  that  he  lives,  he  lives  to  God 
For  all  eternity. 

5  So  count  yourselves  as  dead  to  sin, 

But  graciously  restored, 
And  made,  henceforth,  alive  to  God 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

HYMN  69.    III.l. 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 
2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  light,  the  victory  won : 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er, 
Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

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HYMNS. 

o  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 

Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 

Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise, 

Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 
4  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 

Following  our  exalted  Head ; 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise ; 

Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

HYMN  70,    L,M. 

Col.  iii.  1,  2. 

"VTE  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 
-*-    If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare  : 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove, 

By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 

And  follow  Christ,  your  Head,  to  heaven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 

Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 
In  ail  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  power  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire, 

Contending  for  your  destined  place, 
And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

HYMN 71,   CM. 

1  Cor.  xv.  20,  21,  22. — Col.  iii.  1. 

CHRIST  from  the  dead  is  raised,  and  made 
The  First-Fruits  of  the  tomb  ; 
For,  as  by  man  came  death,  by  man 
Did  resurrection  come. 
2  For,  as  in  Adam  all  mankind 
Did  guilt  and  death  derive ; 
So,  by  the  righteousness  of  Christ, 
Shall  all  be  made  alive. 
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HYMNS. 

3  If  then  ye  risen  are  with  Christ, 
Seek  only  how  to  get 
The  things  which  are  above,  where  Christ 
At  God's  right  hand  is  set. 

ASGENSIOK. 
HYMN  72.    L.M. 
TTE  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies : 
-*-*-  Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around : 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Ye  saints,  approach,  the  anguish  view 

Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men ; 
But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil' d  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  instruct,  and  save !  " 
Then  ask — uO  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ?  " 


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HYMN 73.    L.M. 

UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 

The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

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2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lav  : 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd. 

WHITSUNDAY. 

HYArxn    CM. 

CO^IE,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator  come, 
Inspire  these  souls  of  thine ; 
Till  every  heart  which  thou  hast  made, 
Be  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'st 

God's  law  in  each  true  heart ; 
The  promise  of  the  Father,  thou 
Dost  heavenly  speech  impart. 
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HYMNS. 

4  Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 

Thy  sacred  love  embrace ; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 
With  thy  celestial  grace. 

5  Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 

And  give  us  peace  within ; 
That,  by  thy  guidance  blest,  we  may 
Escape  the  snares  of  sin. 

6  Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess, 

And  Son,  from  death  revived, 
And  thee,  with  both,  0  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  art  from  both  derived. 

HYMN 75.    CM. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  See  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys : 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  lifeless  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  76.    CM. 
TTE'S  come,  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
•*•■*-  All  hearts  new  joy  resume  ; 

Sing,  ye  redeem'd,  with  one  consent, 
"The  Comforter  is  come." 
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2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 

Could  God  on  man  bestow  ? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below. 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  may  each  soul 

Thy  sacred  influence  feel ; 
Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal. 

4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 

Those  checks  which  we  should  know; 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way ; 
Thou  giv'st  us  strength  to  go. 

TRI2UTY  SUNDA  F, 
HYMN  77.    L.M. 

r\  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
^    Bright  in  thy  deeds  and  in  thy  Name, 
For  ever  be  thy  Name  adored, 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim. 

2  0  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 

Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 

Along  the  realms  of  upper  day. 

3  0  Holy  Spirit  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 
•  Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 

Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and  heaven. 

4  O  God  Triune,  to  thee  we  owe 

Our  every  thought,  our  every  song; 
And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue. 

HYlOm   LJC. 

TjlATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
-*-     A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 

Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 
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2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

8  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah !  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

HYMN  79.    II.  L 

WE  give  immortal  praise 
To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  all  our  hopes  above : 
lie  sent  his  own 

Eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  saved  us  by  his  blood 
From  everlasting  woe : 
And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit,  praise 

And  endless  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 
His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 
And  iills  the  soul 
With  joy  divine. 
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HYMNS. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Be  endless  honours  done ; 
The  sacred  Persons  Three, 
The  Godhead  only  One  ; 
"Where  reason  fails 

With  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

FAST  DA  Y. 

HYMN  80.    C.  M 

A  K\I1GHTY  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
■*■*-  Thy  mourning  people  bend: 
'Tis  on  thy  pardoning  grace  alone, 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ; 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name. 

4  0  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 

We  will  not  sink  in  fear ; 
Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
When  God,  our  God,  is  near. 


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HYMN  81,   m.3. 
READ  Jehovah,  God  of  nations, 
From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications, 
Xow  for  their  deliverance  rise  : 
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2  Lo!  with  deep  contritici.  tuning, 

Humbly  at  thy  feet  ws  bend ; 
Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourn  u\{», 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding, 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

4  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression, 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface  : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression, 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

HYMN  82.    L.M. 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 

"YTOW  may  the  God  of  grace  and  power 
-^      Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ; 
Defend  them  in  the  needful  hour, 
And  send  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope ; 

And  in  the  Name  of  Israel's  God, 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

3  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war, 

And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boasts ; 
Our  surest  expectations  are 
From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hosts. 

4  Then  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 

And  let  our  trust  be  firm  and  strong, 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
And  hymns  of  peace  conclude  our  song. 

THANKSGIVING-DA  Y, 
HYMN  83. 

PAET  I.       III.  2. 

TpEAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
•*-      For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
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HYMNS. 

Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ : 
All  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow. 

2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain  : 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  genial  warmth  diffuse, 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich  o'erflowing  stores  : 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

4  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge,  with  its  gladdening  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams  : 

Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

PAET  II.       III.  2. 

5  Yet,  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  ripening  ear ; 
Though  the  sickening  flock  should  fall, 
And  the  herd  desert  the  stall : 

Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Should  thine  alter'd  hand  restrain 
The  early  and  the  latter  rain, 
Blast  each  opening  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy  : 
Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

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HYMNS. 

7  Life  and  grace,  whate'er  our  woe, 
Still  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe ; 
Though  of  earthly  hopes  bereft, 
Yet  our  hope  of  heaven  is  left ; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

HYMN  81    C.  M. 
TflOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
-*-      How  rich  thy  bounties  are  : 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constaut  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  mark'd  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet-  influence,  Lord,  was  thine, 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew  ; 
Thou  gav'st  the  summer's  suns  to  shine, 
The  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 
A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway  : 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails ; 
Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter  fails. 

HYMN  85.    L.  M. 
For  Public  Mercies  and  Deliverances. 

C!  ALVATION  doth  to  God  belong, 

^  His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  song ; 

From  him  alone  all  mercies  flow, 

His  arm  alone  subdues  the  foe. 
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2  Then  praise  this  God,  who  bows  his  ear 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer ; 

And  though  deliverance  he  may  stay, 
Yet  answers  still  in  his  own  day. 

3  0  may  this  goodness  lead  our  land, 
Still  saved  by  thine  Almighty  hand, 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King : 

4  Till  every  public  temple  raise 

A  song  of  triumph  to  thy  praise ; 
And  every  peaceful,  private  home, 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

5  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 


7.  ©xVtrxmxm  Hixa  Special  Qttman*. 

BAPTISM  OF  INFANTS. 
HYMN  86.    ni  3. 
a  AVIOUR,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding, 
^     "With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share ; 

2  ISTow,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  Lion's  prey ; 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way : 

4  Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 
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HYMNS. 


HYMN  87.    S.M. 
rpHE  gentle  Saviour  calls 
-*-     Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

8  Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee, 
Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

BAPTISM  OF  ADULTS. 
HYMN  88.    S.  M. 

Ephe6iana  vi.  10,  13. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  behold  your  victory  won, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 
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CONFIBMATIOJr. 
HYMN 89.    Lit 

f\  HAPPY  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
^     On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  thy  goodness  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows, 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  his  sacred  throne  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done ; 

Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to  make  me  thine  : 
Help  me,  through  grace,  to  follow  on, 
Glad  to  confess  thy  voice  divine. 

4  Here  rest,  my  oft-divided  heart, 

Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest ; 

Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to  part, 

When,  cali'd  on  angels'  food  to  feast  ? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

HYMN  90.    O.M. 

TT7TTXESS,  ye  men  and  angels  ;   now 
*  '       Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
Xor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  gi  ace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
WiU  all  our  need  supply. 
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HYMNS. 

4  Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

HYMN 91.    CM. 
■yOUTH,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord, 
■*-      Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes ; 
A  flower,  though  offer'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  'Tis  easier  far  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
For  sinners  who  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  hardened  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young ; 
Grace  shall  preserve  our  following  years, 
And  make  our  virtues  strong^ 

4  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign : 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

HYMN 92.    CM. 
f~\    IN  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
^J     With  vital  ardour  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose  ; 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved, 
Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  Name 
And  character  engraved : 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days ; 
And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways ; 
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HYMNS. 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  agi , 

With  vain  regret,  deplore, 

And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 

That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd, 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest : 
0  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest. 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
HYMN  93.    C.  M. 

Rev.  v.  S,  12,  13. 

rpHOU,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  power, 
•*■   Art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Since  all  things  hy  thy  power  were  made, 
And  by  thy  bounty  live. 

2  And  worthy  is  the  Lamb  all  power, 

Honour,  and  wealth,  to  gain, 
Glory  and  strength ;  who  for  our  sins 
A  sacrifice  was  slain. 

3  All  worthy  thou,  who  hast  redeem'd, 

And  ransom'd  us  to  God, 
From  every  nation,  every  coast, 
By  thy  most  precious  blood. 

4  Blessing  and  honour,  glory,  power, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 
To  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb  be  given. 

ITO0  91   L.k 
HUT Y  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread, 
■***"  And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  thy  sweet  mercies  know. 
2  Hail !  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 
Pwich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood : 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 
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nYMNS. 

3  Why  are  its  bounties  all  in  vain 

Before  unwilling  hearts  display'd  ? 
Was  not  for  you  the  victim  slain? 
Are  you  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 

4  0  let  thy  table  honour'd  be, 

And  furnish'd  well  with  joyful  guests : 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  holy  pledges  tastes. 

5  Drawn  by  thy  quickening  grace,  0  Lord, 

In  countless  numbers  let  them  come  ; 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board, 
The  bread  that  lives  beyond  the  tomb. 

6  Nor  let  thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  blest, 
"Who  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 


A 


HYMN 95.    CM. 
NT)  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God, 
Who  once  at  distance  stood? 
And,  to  effect  this  glorious  change, 
Did  Jesus  shed  his  blood  ? 


2  0  for  a  song  of  ardent  praise, 

To  bear  our  souls  above : 
What  should  allay  our  lively  hope, 
Or  damp  our  flaming  love  ? 

3  Then  let  us  join  the  heavenly  choirs 

To  praise  our  heavenly  King  : 
O  may  that  love  which  spread  this  board, 
Inspire  us  while  we  sing : 

4  "  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  from  heaven  to  men  is  come, 
And  let  it  never  cease." 
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RYMX& 

HUES  96.    L.  M. 

rjlO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

-*-  That  Nainc  in  heaven  and  earth  adored. 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 

The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  feet, 

0  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love,  and  we  adore, 
But  long  to  know  and  love  thee  more  ; 
And,  whilst  we  taste  the  bread  and  wine, 
Desire  to  feed  on  joys  divine. 

5  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  displav'd ; 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

6  Let  humble,  penitential  woe, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish  flow ; 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

ORDINATION,  OR  INSTITUTION  OF  MINISTERS. 
HYMN  97.    I,  t, 

St.  Matt.  z. 

iH  0  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  Name, 
^"  Sweetly  the  Gospel  trumpet  sound; 
The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 

Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 
2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies  ; 
With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 
And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 
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3  Be  wise  as  serpents,  where  you  go, 

But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove; 
And  let  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show 
That  ye're  commission'd  from  above. 

4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  received, 

Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give ; 
Thus  shall  your  doctrines  be  believed, 
And,  by  your  labours,  sinners  live. 

II1MN  98.    L.  M. 

St.  Mark  rvi.  15,  Ac,  and  St.  Matt,  xxviii.  18,  Ac. 

"  f-3  Q  Preacn  my  Gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
^-*    "Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
Explain  to  them  my  sacred  word, 
Bid  them  believe,  obey,  and  live. 

2  "I'll  make  my  great  commission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
And  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Go,  heal  the  sick,  go,  raise  the  dead ; 

Go,  cast  out  devils  in  my  Naine ; 
Kor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blaspheme. 

4  "  While  thus  ye  follow  my  commands, 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode : 
They  to  the  farthest  nation  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  99.    L.M. 
rnHE  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 
•J-   In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 
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2  Hence  sprang  the  Apostle's  honour 'd  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

Hence  dictates  the  Prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  Evangelic  page. 

3  In  lower  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence  and  Teachers  rise ; 
"Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  shine, 
Still  mark  a  long-extended  line  : 

4  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live : 
Whilst,  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidst  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

5  So  shall  the  bright  Succession  run 
Through  all  the  courses  of  the  sun; 
Whilst  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 

6  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow  •. 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  davs. 


HYMH  100,   L.  M. 

"LEATHER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
-*-    Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer ; 

We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee> 

Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  charge; 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge : 

Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain ; 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe,  then,  with  energy  divine, 

Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  thine ; 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 
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4  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound ; 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new-creating  power. 

6  Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains ; 

Let  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread, 
And  Sion  rea^*  her  drooping  head. 

CONSECRATION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

HYMN  101,    L.M. 
1STD  wilt  thou,  0  Eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  thine  abode? 
Then  look  propitious  from  thy  throne, 
And  take  this  temple  for  thine  own. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thine  honour  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  in  thy  praise ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  the  rich  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  last  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here, 

MISSIONS. 
HYMN  1  )2.    L.  M, 
TESTIS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
**    Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 
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2  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  Name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  Name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  burst  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more : 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  then*  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

HHOU03.    LK. 

Psalm  cxvii. 

T^RO^I  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
-*-    Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Jehovah's  glorious  Name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
And  truth  eternal  is  thy  word : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

snonoA.  L.tf. 

f\  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
"    In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
"Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 
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HYMNS. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
"Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Convert  the  nations ;  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  Name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  people  call  him  Lord. 

HYMN  105.   II.  1. 
For  Missions  to  the  New  Settlements  in  the  United  States. 

TTTTIEiSI,  Lord,  to  this  our  western  land, 
*  '  Led  by  thy  providential  hand, 

Our  wandering  fathers  came, 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in  youth, 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth, 
To  keep  them  in  thy  Name. 

2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost ; 

Thy  temples  there  arose  ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
"Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  prayer, 

And  blossom'd  as  the  rose. 

3  And  0,  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet, 

Within  our  spreading  land : 
There,  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam ; 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 

4  Saviour,  we  own  this  debt  of  love: 
O  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 
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HYMNS. 


Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, fc 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  Name, 
Through  all  our  desert  west. 


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HY3EN  106.    C.  M. 

Isaiah  xxxr.  2. 

X  Sion,  and  on  Lebanon, 


On  C  arm  el's  blooming  height, 
On  Sharon's  fertile  plains,  once  shone 
The  glory,  pure  and  bright : 

2  From  thence  its  mild  and  cheering  ray 

Stream'd  forth  from  land  to  land  ; 
And  empires  now  behold  its  day ; 
And  still  its  beams  expand. 

3  Its  brightest  splendours,  darting  west, 

Our  happy  shores  illume ; 
Our  farther  regions,  once  unblest, 
Now  like  a  garden  bloom : 

4  But  ah,  our  deserts  deep  and  wild 

See  not  this  heavenly  light ; 
ISTo  sacred  beams,  no  radiance  mild, 
Dispel  their  dreary  night. 

5  Thou,  who  didst  lighten  Sion's  hill, 

On  Carmel  who  didst  shine, 
Our  deserts  let  thy  glory  fill, 
Thy  excellence  divine. 

6  Like  Lebanon,  in  towering  pride, 

May  all  our  forests  smile ; 
And  may  our  borders  blossom  wide 
Like  Sharon's  fruitful  soil. 

HYOT107.    II.  6. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
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From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  ns  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
8  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high ; 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  oh,  salvation, 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  Name. 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN  108.    L.  M. 
For  the  Jews. 

DISOWJST'D  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd, 
Outcasts  from  Sion's  hallow'd  ground, 
Wherefore  should  Israel's  sons,  once  bless'd, 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around  ? 
2  Lord,  visit  thy  forsaken  race, 

Back  to  thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring ; 
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hymns. 

Teach  them  to  seek  thy  sliglited  grace, 
And  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain, 

Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light ; 
The  severd  olive  branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent-stock  unite. 

4  Hail,  glorious  day,  expected  long! 

When  Jew  and  Greek  one  prayer  shall  pour; 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore. 

HYMN  109.    IY.  1. 

Rev.  xv.  3,  4. 

TXO'vV  wondrous  and  great 
-*--*-  Thy  works,  God  of  praise  ; 
How  just,  Xing  of  saints, 

And  true  are  thy  ways  : 
0  who  shall  not  fear  thee, 

And  honour  thy  Xame : 
Thou  only  art  holy, 

Thou  only  supreme. 
2  To  nations  long  dark 

Thy  light  shall  be  shown ; 
Their  worship  and  vows 

Shall  come  to  thy  throne : 
Thy  truth  and  thy  judgments 

Shall  spread  all  abroad, 
Till  earth's  every  people 

Confess  thee  their  God. 

FOR  SUNDA  Y  AND  CHARITY  SCHOOLS, 
HYMN  110.  II.  4. 

Children  and  Congregation. 
Children. 

COME  let  our  voices  join 
In  one  glad  song  of  praise ; 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 

Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise : 
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HYMNS. 

Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  praise  belongs ; 
His  love  demands  your  earliest  songs. 

Children. 
cl  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  book  of  life  divine  ; 
Where  our  ^Redeemer's  love, 
And  brightest  glories  shine  : 

Congregation. 
To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due,  * 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  yon. 

Children. 
'6  Within  these  hallow 'd  walls, 

Our  wandering  feet  are  brought ; 
Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught : 

Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring ; 
Here  in  his  church  his  praises  siug. 

Children. 

4  For  blessings  such  as  these, 

Our  gratitude  receive ; 
Lord,  here  accept  our  hearts, 
'Tis  all  that  we  can  give : 

Congregation. 
Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs ; 
To  thee  alone  their  praise  belongs. 

Both. 

5  Lord,  bid  this  work  of  love 

Be  crown'd  with  meet  success ; 
May  thousands  yet  unborn 

This  institution  bless : 
Thus  shall  the  praise  resound  to  thee, 

Now,  and  through  all  eternity. 
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ETTMKB. 
HYMN  111.     Hi.  1. 

GLOEY  to  the  Father  give, 
God  in  whom  we  move  and  live  ; 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear, 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 

Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King : 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
He  reclaims  the  sinner  lost ; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 
For  the  Gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love." 

HYMN  112.    C.  M 

WHEX  Jesus  left  his  heavenly  throne, 
He  chose  an  humble  birth ; 
Like  us  unhonour'd  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth  : 

2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below, 

In  wisdom's  paths  of  peace  ; 
Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  his  words  and  kind  his  look, 

When  mothers  round  him  press'd  ; 
Their  infants  in  his  arms  he  took, 
And  on  his  bosom  bless'd  : 

4  Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  harms, 

Beneath  his  watchful  eye, 
O,  thus  encircled  in  his  arms, 
May  we  for  ever  lie. 
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HYMNS. 

HYMN  113.    LI. 
T  ORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
■"  A  whole  assembly  worship  thee : 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray ; 

They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  and  sin  can  say, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

8  0  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  word ; 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  sinful  heart  of  mine  ; 
That  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

HYMN  111    CM. 

"TV/TEROY,  descending  from  above, 
-*-"-  In  softest  accents  pleads; 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  Name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

3  Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  their  Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  blest  design ; 
The  honour  of  thy  Name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine.    ' 
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CHARITABLE  OCCASIONS. 

HYMN  115.    C.  M. 

"OLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 
-*-*  Feels  all  another's  pain.; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  raised  in  vain : 

2  Whose  breast  responds  with  generous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  woe  to  feel ; 
Who  weeps  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

4  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown  ; 

And  mercy,  from  above, 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 
The  Christian  law  of  love. 

HYMN  116.    CM. 

73ICH  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die, 
-"  With  God  laid  up  in  store ; 

Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scatter'd  here  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
Abounding  grace  repay. 

HYMN  117.   HI.  3. 

T  ORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
-^     Thou,  in  glory  unconfined, 

Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 
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2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 

Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light ; 
So  the  high  and  humble  station 
Both  are  equal  in  thy  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 

Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue ; 
Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung  : 

4  "When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure, 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shalt  bind ; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind  : 

Chorus.  These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

5  When  thine  olive-plants  increasing 

Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 

Grateful,  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 

But  not  search  the  bough  again : 

Chorus.    These,  &c. 

G  When  thy  favoured  vintage  flowing, 
Gladdens  thine  autumnal  scene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 

Chorus.     These,  &c. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 
Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree ; 
Mercy,  every  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

%  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 

Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care ; 

Screen'd  by  thee  in  every  danger, 

Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

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HYMNS. 

TO  BE  USED  AT  SEA. 
HYMN  118.    L.M. 
f^  OD  of  the  seas,  thine  awful  voice 
^"  Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice; 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  sink  them  silent  on  the  sand. 

2  The  smallest  fish  that  swims  the  seas, 
Sportful,  to  thee  a  tribute  pays ; 
And  largest  monsters  of  the  deep, 
At  thy  command,  or  rage  or  sleep. 

3  Thus  is  thy  glorious  power  adored 
Among  the  watery  nations,  Lord  : 

Yet  men,  who  trace  the  dangerous  waves, 
Forget  the  mighty  God  who  saves. 

hymx  119.  IT.  5. 

"  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish.''''    St.  Matt.  viii.  25. 

\\T  HEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is 

*  *  streaming, 

When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is 

gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish. 
We  fly  to  our  Maker  :  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 

2  0  Jesus,  once  rock'd  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair,  from  thy  pillow, 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 

"Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 

3  And  0  !  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare  is  waging, 
Then  send  down  thy  Spirit  thy  ransom'd  to  cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer ;  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 

HYMN  120.    CM. 

Which  may  be  used  at  Sea  or  on  Land. 
T  ORD,  for  the  just  thou  dost  provide, 
-*-^     Thou  art  their  sure  defence  ; 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide. 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 
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HYMNS. 

2  Though  they  thro1  foreign  lands  should  ioan\ 

And  breathe  the  tainted  air 
In  burning  climates,  far  from  home, 
Yet  thou,  their  God,  art  there. 

3  Thy  goodness  sweetens  every  soil, 

Makes  every  country  please  ; 
Thou  on  the  snowy  hills  dost  smile, 
And  smooth's!  the  rugged  seas. 

4  When  waves  on  waves,  to  heaven  uprear'd, 

Defied  the  pilot's  art ; 
"When  terror  in  each  face  appear'd, 
And  sorrow  in  each  heart ; 

5  To  thee  I  raised  my  humble  prayer, 

To  snatch  me  from  the  grave : 

1  found  thine  ear  not  slow  to  hear, 

Nor  short  thine  arm  to  save. 

6  Thou  gav1st  the  word,  the  winds  did  cease, 

The  storms  obey'd  thy  will, 
The  raging  sea  was  huslv.d  in  peace, 
And  every  wave  was  still. 

7  For  this,  my  life,  in  every  state, 

A  life  of  praise  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  my  fate, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

FOR     THE    SICK. 

HYMN  121.    L.M. 

"TXrilEN"  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are  nigh, 

'  *       Past  mercies  teach  me  where  to  fly  : 

Thine  arm,  Almighty  God,  can  aid, 

When  sickness  grieves,  and  pains  invade. 

2  To  all  the  various  helps  of  art, 
Kindly  thy  healing  power  impart ; 
Bethesda's  bath  refused  to  save, 
Unless  an  angel  bless'd  the  wave. 

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H  TAINS. 

3  All  med'cines  act  by  thy  decree, 
Receive  commission  all  from  thee  ; 

And  not  a  plant  which  spreads  the  plains, 
But  teems  with  health,  when  heaven  ordains. 

4  Clay  and  Siloam's  pool,  we  find, 

At  heaven's  command  restored  the  blind  , 
And  Jordan's  waters  hence  were  seen 
To  wash  a  Syrian  leper  clean. 

5  But  grant  me  nobler  favours  still, 
Grant  me  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
Purge  my  foul  soul  from  every  stain, 
And  save  me  from  eternal  pain. 

6  Can  such  a  wretch  for  pardon  sue  ? 
My  crimes,  my  crimes  arise  in  view, 
Arrest  my  trembling  tongue  in  prayer, 
And  pour  the  horrors  of  despair. 

7  But  thou,  regard  my  contrite  sighs, 
My  tortured  breast,  my  streaming  eyes  ; 
To  me  thy  boundless  love  extend, 

My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend. 

8  These  lovely  names  I  ne'er  could  plead, 
Had  not  thy  Son  vouchsafed  to  bleed ; 
His  blood  procures  our  fallen  race 
Admittance  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

9  When  sin  has  shot  its  poison'd  dart. 
And  conscious  guilt  corrodes  the  heart, 
His  blood  is  all-sufficient  found 

To  draw  the  shaft  and  heal  the  wound. 

10  What  arrows  pierce  so  deep  as  sin  ? 
What  venom  gives  such  pain  within  ? 
Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 
Rebuke  my  pangs,  and  make  me  whole, 

11  0,  if  I  trust  thy  sovereign  skill, 
And  bow  submissive  to  thy  will, 
Sickness  and  death  shall  both  agree 
To  bring  me,  Lord,  at  last  to  thee. 

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HYMNS. 

HYMN  122.    CM. 
On  Recovery  from  Sickness. 

T^THEN  we  are  raised  from  deep  distress, 
*  '       Our  God  deserves  our  song  ; 
"We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death, 
Command  them  fast  again. 

3  When  he  but  speaks  the  healing  word, 

Then  no  disease  withstands ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly,  as  he  commands. 

4  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break, 

He  can  our  frame  restore, 
And  cast  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

5  To  him  I  cried,  "  Thy  servant  save, 

Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 
Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust." 

6  He  heard,  and  saved  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dried  my  falling  tears  ; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
Through  my  remaining  years. 

HYMN  123.    L.  M. 
On  the  same. 

MY  God,  since  thou  hast  raised  me  up, 
Thee  I'll  extol  with  thankful  voice ; 
Kestored  by  thine  Almighty  power, 
With  fear  before  thee  I'll  rejoice. 
2  With  troubles  worn,  with  pain  opprest, 
To  thee  I  cried,  and  thou  didst  save ; 
Thou  didst  support  my  sinking  hopes, 
My  life  didst  rescue  from  the  grave. 
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3  Wherefore,  ye  saints,  rejoice  with  me, 

With  me  sing  praises  to  the  Lord ; 
Call  all  his  goodness  to  your  mind, 
And  all  his  faithfulness  record. 

4  His  anger  is  but  short :  his  love, 

Which  is  our  life,  hath  certain  stay ; 
Grief  may  continue  for  a  night, 
But  joy  returns  with  rising  day. 

5  Then,  what  I  vow'd  in  my  distress, 

In  happier  hours  I  now  will  give, 
And  strive  that  in  my  grateful  verse, 
His  praises  may  for  ever  live. 

6  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  blest  and  undivided  Three; 
The  One  sole  giver  of  all  life, 
Glory  and  praise  for  ever  be. 

FUNERALS. 
HYMX124    CM. 
TTEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  declares 
■*-*■     To  those  in  Christ  who  die  : 
Released  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
They'll  reign  with  him  on  high. 

2  Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Death's  but  the  servant  Jesus  sends 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  we're  secure, 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside  ; 
The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  power  ; 
But  Christ,  our  ransom,  died. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless' d, 

When  in  the  grave  he  lay  ; 
And,  rising  thence,  their  hopes  he  raised 
To  everlasting  day. 
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IIYMNS. 

5  Then,  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 
To  Christ,  our  life,  we'll  sing, 
"  Where  is  thy  victory,  0  grave  ? 
And  where,  0  death,  thy  sting  ? " 

HYMN  125.    CM. 
TTTITEN'  those  we  love  are  snatch'd  away 
*  "       By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
That  friendship  must  demand. 
2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
With  awful  power  imprest ; 
May  this  dread  truth,  "  I  too  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
8  Let  this  vain  world  allure  no  more  ; 
Behold  the  opening  tomb  ; 
It  bids  us  use  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  instructive  scene 

May  every  heart  obey  ; 
"Nor  be  the  faithful  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  0  let  ns  to  that  Saviour  fly, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save  : 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

HYMN  126.    CM. 
Death  of  a  Young  Person. 
TTOW  short  the  race  our  friend  has  run, 
•*-*■     Cut  down  in  all  his  bloom  : 
The  course  but  yesterday  begun 
Now  finish'd  in  the  tomb. 
2  Thou  joyous  youth,  hence  learn  how  soon 
Thy  years  may  end  their  flight : 
Long,  long  before  life's  brilliant  noon 
May  come  death's  gloomy  night. 
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HYMNS. 

3  To  serve  thy  God  no  longer  wait, 

To-day  his  voice  regard  ; 
To-morrow,  mercy's  open  gate 
May  be  for  ever  barrd. 

4  And  thus  the  Lord  reveals  his  grace, 

Thy  youthful  love  to  gain  : 
The  soul  that  early  seeks  my  face, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 


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11111X127.    L.M. 
Death  of  an  Infant. 
S  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the  morn 
But  withers  in  the  rising  day  ; 
Thus  lovely  was  this  infant's  dawn, 
Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 

It  died  ere  its  expanding  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires, 

Had  ever  spurn'd  at  heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quench'd  its  sacred  fires. 

It  died  to  sin,  it  died  to  cares, 
But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod : 

O  mourner,  such,  the  Lord  declares, 
Such  are  the  children  of  our  God. 


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HYATX  123.    III.  1. 

SIXXERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live : 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands 
Asks  the  works  of  his  own  hands : 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 
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HYMNS. 

2  Sinners,  tarn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why : 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why : 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

0,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die? 

HYMN  129.    HI  1. 
TTASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 
-*"*-  Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 
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HYMN  130.    II.  3. 

pEAOE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moa*. 
L      Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  of  woe  ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wound. 
Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  opprest, 

On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load  ; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 

Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour,  glorious  word : 
0  hear,  believe,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

HIMN  131.   S.  M. 

Rev.  nii.  17-20. 

HE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  sinner,  Come  : 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  Corne. 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  Come : 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

0  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life : 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo,  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  I  quickly  come. 
Lord !  even  so :  I  wait  thy  hour  • 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come. 

IIYMX  132.    C.  IT. 
"\TE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
-*-    With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  hi3  ways. 
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HYMNS. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
"When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 

What  honours  shall  we  raise ! 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 


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PR  A  YEB. 
HYJOT  133.    C.  M. 
PPROAOII,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 
Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 

And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 
Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  press'd, 
By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 
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HYMNS. 

4  Be  thou  mv  shield  and  hiding-place ; 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  mv  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "  Thou  hast  died.'' 

5  0.  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  Xame. 

HYMN  131    C.  H. 

7DRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
-*•    Utter  d  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
The  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Pteturning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  " Behold,  he  prays! ' 

6  In  prayer,  on  earth,  the  saints  are  one ; 

They're  one  in  word  and  mind, 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
eet  fellowship  they  find. 
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HYMNS.    ' 

7  0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

REPENTANCE. 
HYMN  135.   L.  M. 
f\  THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
"  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight : 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace : 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

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HYMXfi. 

8  0  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  shall  oe  all  my  song : 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

EYrarm  l.m. 

GTAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
^    Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite  ; 
Kor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Eor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 

And  long  in  vain  thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  ; 

3  Yet,  oh,  the  mourning  sinner  spare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  High-priest ; 
ISTor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest.    . 

4  Hj  weary  soul,  O  God,  release ; 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

HYMN  137.   L.  M. 
(^)H,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 
^    Oh,  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
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4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

HYMN  133,    CM. 

Penitential  Gratitude. 

T>  ISE,  0  my  soul,  the  hours  review, 
XAj    When,  awed  by  guilt  and  fear, 
To  heaven  for  grace  thou  durst  not  sue, 
And  found  no  rescue  here. 

2  Thy  tears  are  dried,  thy  griefs  are  fled, 

Dispell'd  each  bitter  care ; 
For  heaven  itself  has  lent  its  aid 
To  save  thee  from  despair. 

3  Hear,  then,  O  God,  thy  work  fulfil, 

And,  from  thy  mercy's  throne, 
Vouchsafe  me  strength  to  do  thy  will, 
And  to  resist  mine  own ; 

4  So  shall  my  soul  each  power  employ 

Thy  mercy  to  adore ; 
While  heaven  itself  proclaims  with  joy, 
One  pardoned  sinner  more. 

FAITH. 

HYMN  139.   nr.  2. 

ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 
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HYMNS. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  mvself  in  thee. 


F 


HYMN  140.    L.  M, 

AITII  is  the  Christian's  evidence 
Of  things  unseen  by  mortal  eye 
It  passes  all  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 


2  Things  absent  it  can  set  in  view, 

And  bring  far  distant  prospects  home ; 
Events  long  pass'd  it  can  renew, 

And  long  foresee  the  things  to  come. 

3  With  strong  persuasion,  from  afar 

The  heavenly  region  it  surveys, 
Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

4  By  faith  a  steady  course  we  steer, 

Through  ruffling  storms  and  swelling  seas, 
O'ercome  the  world,  keep  down  our  fear, 
And  still  possess  our  souls  in  peace. 

5  By  faith  we  pass  the  vale  of  tears, 

Safe  and  serene,  though  oft  distress'd ; 
By  faith  subdue  the  king  of  fears, 
And  go  rejoicing  to  our  rest. 

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HYMNS. 

HYMN  Ml.    CM. 

Rom.  viii.  31-34. 

f\  LET  triumph  ant  faith  dispel 
^    The  fears  of  guilt  and  woe : 
If  God  be  for  us,  God  the  Lord, 
Who,  who  shall  be  our  foe  ? 

2  He  who  his  only  Son  gave  up 

To  death,  that  we  might  live, 

Shall  he  not  all  things  freely  grant, 

That  boundless  love  can  give? 

3  Who  now  his  people  shall  accuse  ? 

'Tis  God  hath  justified  : 
Who  now  his  people  shall  condemn? 
The  Lamb  of  God  hath  died. 

4  And  he  who  died  hath  risen  again. 

Triumphant  from  the  grave  : 
At  God's  right  hand  for  us  he  pleads. 
Omnipotent  to  save. 

HYMN  142,    CM. 

Dead  Faith. 
T^ELUDED  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven, 
-*-^    And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Yain  are  our  fancies,  vain  our  nights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 

3  The  faith  which  new-creates  the  heart, 

And  works  by  active  love, 
Will  bid  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lift  the  thoughts  above. 

4  God  from  the  curse  has  set  us  free, 

To  make  us  pure  within ; 
Eor  did  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 
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HYMNS. 

HYMN  143,    IH,  1. 
ChrUt  our  Refuge. 

JESUS,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past  -, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  hope  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

HYMX1M.   IV.  4. 
TTOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
-*-*-  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled : 

2  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be  not  dismay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

8  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

i  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  fiame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 
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HYMNS. 

5  The  soul  that  to  Jesus  hath  fled  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
That  sou],  though  all  hell  shall  endeavour  to  shake. 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. 

HOPE. 
HYMN  145. 
"O ISE,  my  soul,  and  btretch  thy  wings, 
-*- **    Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  destined  place : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 
2  Cease,  my  soul,  0  cease  to  mourn, 
Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  thy  Saviour  will  return, 

To  take  thee  to  the  skies : 
There,  is  everlasting  peace, 

Rest,  enduring  rest  in  heaven ; 
There,  will  sorrow  ever  cease, 
And  crowns  of  joy  be  given. 

HYMN  m.   III.l. 

pHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 

^    As  we  journey,  let  us  sing ; 
Sing  the  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Banish'd  once,  by  sin  betray 'd, 
Christ  our  Advocate  was  made ; 
Pardon'd  now,  no  more  Ave  roam, 
Christ  conducts  us  to  our  home. 

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HYMX3. 

4  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYEN  147.   C  K. 

T\7"HEX  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
*  *    To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  huiTd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
~M.y  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : 

4  There,  anchord  safe,  my  weary  soul 

Shall  find  eternal  rest ; 
Xor  storms  shall  beat,  nor  billows  roU 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

JOY. 
HIMNtta   CM. 

TOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
**      In  nature's  barren  soil ; 

All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  A  bleeding  Saviour,  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pardoning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

3  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy 

And  purify  the  mind ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 
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HYMN'S. 

No  mt?re,  believer,  mom n  thy  lot ; 

O  thou  who  art  the  Lord's, 
Kesign  to  those  who  know  him  not, 

Such  joy  as  earth  affords. 

HYMN  149.    S.M. 
pOME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
^    And  let  your  joys  be  Known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  God  of  heaven  is  ours, 

Our  father  and  our  love ; 
His  care  shall  guard  life's  fleeting  hours, 
Then  waft  our  souls  above. 

4  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

6  Children  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  hope  and  faith  may  grow. 

Y  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

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IIYMXS. 

8  Then  let  our  songs  abound. 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
"We're  travelling  through  Immanuel's  ground^ 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

LOVE. 

HYMN  150.    HI.3. 

T  OPJ),  with  glowing  heart  Yd  praise  thee, 

-*^    For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows  ; 

For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows  : 
Help,  0  God,  my  weak  endeavour; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  : 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away-; 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stain'd  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling. 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless: 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise ; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 

HYMN15L   ni.  1. 

T  OPD,  my  God,  I  long  to  know, 
-*-^    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 
Do  I  love  thee,  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  thine,  or  am  I  not  ? 
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2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Any  duty  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

3  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

O  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  thy  child  ? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall : 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

5  Could  I  love  thy  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd. 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  thee,  Lord  ? 

6  Saviour,  let  me  love  thee  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

PRAISE. 
HYMN  152. 
rnHE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
-*-     Who  reigns  enthroned  above ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love ; 
Jehovah,  Great  I  AM, 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed ; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 
For  ever  bless'd. 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand  : 
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I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power ; 
And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  He  hy  himself  hath  sworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  shall,  on  angel-wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 

4  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 

The  Lord,  our  righteousness, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 

The  Prince  of  Peace ; 
On  Sion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  he  maintains, 
And,  glorious  with  his  saints  in  light, 

For  ever  reigns. 

5  The  God  who  reigns  on  high 

The  great  archangels  sing  ; 
And,  "Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 

"  Almighty  King, 
Who  was,  and  is  the  same, 

And  evermore  shall  be  ; 
Jehovah,  Father,  Great  I  AM, 

We  worship  thee." 

6  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  ; 
"  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost " 

They  ever  cry : 
Hail,  Abraham's  God  and  mine, 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays  ; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 
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HYMN  153.    IY.  3. 

Paalm  c. 

T)E  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 
•*-*     0  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear ; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  For  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator  and  ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  0  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song, 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  Name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

HYMN  151.    L.M. 

Psfilm  c. 

"DEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
-*-*     Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  forni'd  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame ; 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  Name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 
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HYMNS. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

HXJOT  155.   in.  1. 
Songs  of  Praise. 
O  OiTOS  of  praise  the  angels  sang ; 
^  Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away  ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  ;  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

CONTENTMENT. 
HYMN  156.    CM. 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 
My  humble  prayer,  arise  ; 
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2  Give  mo  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee  : 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

HYMN  157.   L.M. 
T)E  still,  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares 
■*-*  To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares ; 
They  cast  dishonour  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

3  When  first  before  his  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit ; 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

IN  AFFLICTION". 
HYMN  158.    0,1 
TTEAR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan, 
-*--*-     To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs  : 

When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone  % 
When  shall  my  joys  arise  ? 
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HYMNS. 

2  Yet  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 

Thy  promise  is  my  stay ; 
Here  would  I  rest  till  light  returns, 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

3  Come,  Lord,  and  with  celestial  peace 

Kelieve  my  aching  heart ; 
O  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  their  gloom  depart. 

4  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  thy  healing  rays, 
And  change  these  deep  complaining  sighs 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

HYMN  159.   II.  3. 

Psalm  xlii. 

A  S,  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 
-£*•  The  hart  desires  the  cooling  stream, 
So  to  thy  presence.  Lord,  I  flee, 
So  longs  my  soul,  0  God,  for  thee  ; 
Athirst  to  taste  thy  living  grace, 
And  see  thy  glory,  face  to  face. 

2  But  rising  griefs  distress  my  soul, 
And  tears  on  tears  successive  roll ; 
For  many  an  evil  voice  is  near, 

To  chide  my  woe,  and  mock  my  fear  ; 

And  silent  memory  weeps  alone 

O'er  hours  of  peace  and  gladness  flown. 

3  For  I  have  walk'd  the  happy  round 
That  'circles  Sion's  holy  ground, 
And  gladly  swell'd  the  choral  lays, 
That  hymn'd  my  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
What  time  the  hallow'd  arches  rung 
Responsive  to  the  solemn  song. 

4  Ah,  why,  by  passing  clouds  opprest, 
Should  vexing  thoughts  distract  thy  breast  ? 
Turn,  turn  to  Him,  in  every  pain, 

Whom  suppliants  never  sought  in  vain  ; 
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Thy  strength,  in  joy's  ecstatic  day, 
Thy  hope,  when  joy  has  pass'd  away. 

HYMN  ICO.    II.  3. 
A  compassionate  High-Priest. 

Hebrews  iv.  15. 

TTTHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
*  "    And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  feels  my  griefs,  he  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismay'd,  my  spirit  dies  ; 
Then  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 

Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

5  And,  oh,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death,  for  Thou  hast  died : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

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HYMXS. 

HfMN  161.    L.  E 
Sanctified  Affliction. 

T  ORD,  unaffiicted,  undismayed, 
-^  In  pleasure's  path  how  long  I  stray'd  : 
But  thou  hast  made  me  feel  thy  rod, 
And  turn'd  my  soul  to  thee,  my  God. 

2  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart, 
I  bless  thy  hand  that  caused  the  smart ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  saved  me  from  eternal  woe. 

3  0,  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastised, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised, 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betray'd. 

4  I  love  thy  chastenings,  0  my  God, 
They  fix  my  hopes  on  thy  abode  ; 
Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  stricken  saints  for  ever  rest. 

BAIL  Y  DE  YO  TIOJBT. 
HYMN  162.    II.  3. 

Daily  Dependence. 

HEX,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
0  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  sin  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  to  heaven's  great  and  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring ; 
And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy,  Saviour,  in  thy  Xame  ; 
My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 
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HYMNS. 

3  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares, 

0  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend : 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divine, 
And  be  thy  pure  example  mine. 

4  When  pain  transfixes  every  part, 
Or  languor  settles  at  the  heart ; 
When  on  my  bed,  diseased,  oppressed, 

1  turn,  and  sigh,  and  long  for  rest ; 
O  great  Physician,  see  my  grief, 
And  grant  thy  servant  sweet  relief. 

5  Should  poverty's  destructive  blow 
Lay  all  my  worldly  comforts  low  ; 
And  neither  help  nor  hope  appear, 
My  steps  to  guide,  my  heart  to  cheer ; 
Lord,  pity  and  supply  my  need, 

For  thou,  on  earth,  wast  poor  indeed. 

6  Should  Providence  profusely  pour 
Its  varied  blessings  on  my  store ; 
O  keep  me  from  the  ills  that  wait 
On  such  a  seeming  prosperous  state  : 
From  hurtful  passions  set  me  free, 
And  humbly  may  I  walk  with  thee. 

T  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labours  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest : 
And,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
0  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

8  And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labours  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed ; 
And,  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 
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HYMN  163.    L.M. 
" I have  set  God  always  before  me" 

Psalm  ivi.  9. 

O  AVIOUR,  when  night  involves  the  skies, 
^     My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee  ; 
Thee,  self-abased  in  mortal  guise, 

And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 

When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn, 
Thee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 

To  thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs  ; 
Thee,  throned  in  glory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

4  O'er  earth,  when  shades  of  evening  steal, 

To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give ; 
To  death,  whose  power  I  soon  must  feel, 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

HYMN  164   LK 

Morning  Hymn. 
A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
-^-  Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Redeem  thy  mis-spent  time  that's  past ; 
Live  this  day,  as  if  'twere  thy  last ; 

To  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care ; 
'Gainst  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 

Thy  conscience  as  the  noon-day  clear ; 
Think  how  the  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 
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4r  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part ; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing, 
"  Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King." 

5  I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir ; 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  ; 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 

6  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight ; 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will : 
Oh,  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

8  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee   renew ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  spring  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

9  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

10  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  angelic  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN1G5.    L.M. 
Morning. 

A  KISE,  my  soul,  with  rapture  rise, 
"-    And,  fill'd  with  love  and  fear,  adore 
The  awful  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

Whose  mercy  lends  me  one  day  more. 

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HYMNB. 

2  And  may  this  day,  indulgent  Power, 

Not  idly  pass,  nor  fruitless  he ; 
But  may  each  swiftly-flying  hour 
Still  nearer  bring  my  soul  to  Thee. 

3  But  can  it  be  ?     That  Power  divine 

Is  throned  in  light's  unbounded  blaze, 
And  countless  worlds  and  angels  join 
To  swell  the  glorious  song  of  praise — 

4  And  will  He  deign  to  lend  an  ear, 

When  I,  poor  abject  mortal,  pray? 

Yes,  boundless  goodness,  He  will  hear, 

Nor  cast  the  meanest  wretch  away. 

5  Then  let  me  serve  Thee  all  my  days, 

And  may  my  zeal  with  years  increase : 
For  pleasant,  Lord,  are  all  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  paths  are  paths  of  peace. 

imrx  m.  c.  m. 

Morning. 

0  Thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise, 

Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  gladdening  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This  day  thy  favouring  hand  be  nigh, 

So  oft  vouchsafed  before ; 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 
And  I  that  hand  adore. 

3  If  bliss  thy  Providence  impart, 

For  which,  resign'd,  I  pray, 
Give  me  to  feel  a  cheerful  heart, 
And  grateful  homage  pay. 

4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure, 
Patient,  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure. 
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5  Be  this  and  every  future  day 
Still  wiser  than  the  past ; 
And  when  I  all  my  life  survey, 
May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

HYMN  167.    DLL 
Morning. 
IVTOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
-^    N"o%  the  morning  light  is  come ; 
Lord,  may  we  he  thine  to-day ; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear  our  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 
May  we  labour,  watch,  and  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound ; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O  receive  us  then  at  last ; 
Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

HYMN  1G8.    L.  M. 
Evening  Hymn. 

r^\  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
^^  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphing  rise  at  the  last  day. 

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nxAixs. 

4  0  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close : 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
Xo  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

G  0  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King. 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  angelic  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HIMN  169.    L.  Iff. 
Evening. 
CV RE  AT  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 
^-*     With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  : 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  onward  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Christ,  my  Lord ;  his  IS  ame  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 
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HYMNS. 

5  With  hope  in  him  mine  eyelids  close, 
W ith  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  "Name. 

HYMN  170.    C.  M. 


"XTOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
-^     Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift,  more  free  than  they. 

3  ISTew  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require; 
Till  we  shall  praise  Thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 


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HYMN  171.    S.M. 
Evening. 
HE  day  is  past  and  gone ; 


The  evening  shades  appear : 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possest. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 
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HYMNS. 

Huor  172.  ni.  1. 

Psalm  cxli.  2. 

O  OFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 

^  Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labour  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee  : 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Nought  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee : 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity ; 
Then,  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

HYMN  173.   IV.  2. 

Evening. 
"XSPIPvER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 
-     Thou  shepherd  and  guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 

I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And,  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on. 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 
A  sovereign  protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand ; 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 

Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 
His  smiles  and  his  comforts  abound, 

His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend ; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 
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Iff,  %  <k&ririum  fife, 

HYMN  174.    CM. 
Renouncing  the  World. 

T  ET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
-*-^     It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  follies  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Those  follies  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  delight  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  he  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  hy  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  Name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Shall  fix  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  he  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
Yet  worthless  still  myself  I  own, 
Thy  worth  is  all  my  plea. 

HYMN  175.    L.M. 
Hot  ashamed  of  C7u*ist. 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  : 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  night  disown  each  radiant  star ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 
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HYMNS. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  0,  as  soon 
Let  morning  blush  to  own  the  sun ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend: 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  Xame. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  empty  pride  ; 
I'll  boast  a  Saviour  crucified ; 
And,  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 
My  Saviour  not  ashamed  of  me. 


HYMX176.   3.  IT. 
Prayer  for  Christian  Graces. 

TESTIS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
**      On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 

With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer  : 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do ; 
On  thee,  Almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : 
A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
Ready  to  take  up  and  sustain 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
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UYSEBF8. 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 

For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 

To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less ; 
This  blessing,  above  all, 

Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward. 

To  thee  and  thy  great  Name  ; 
A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

I  rest  upon  thy  word, 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succour  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  ; 
But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


HYMN  177.   Ill  3. 
Prayer  for  Guidance. 

/~^  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
^■A     Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand. 

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HYMXS. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountains 

Whence  the  living  waters  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  ine  all  my  journey  through. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna 

In  this  barren  wilderness  ; 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner ; 
Be  the  Lord  my  righteousness. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 

HYMK178.   L.M. 

Following  the  Example  of  Christ. 
TTTHENE'ER  the  angry  passions  rise, 
"  "     And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

2  0  how  benevolent  and  kind, 

How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive  : 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 

Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labours  of  his  life  were  love  : 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

5  But,  ah,  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are, 

How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside  ; 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care  ;    ' 
We  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 
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HYMNfl. 


Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be ; 

Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee. 


A 


HYMN  179.    S.  M. 
Duties. 

CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky : 

From  youth  to  hoary  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
0  may  it  all  my  powers  engago 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live, 
And,  oh !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 


HYMN  180.    CM. 
"  Forgetting  those  things  which  are  behind?  So. 

Phil.  HI.  13,  14. 

A  WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
-^*-     And  press  with  vigour  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 
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3%'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high, 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  uplifted  eye. 
4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zea_, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

H1TIN181.    CI 
Doubting. 

npHE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
■*■     On  contrite  hearts  bestow  : 

Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,   "  ^ly  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

4  I  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  fill'd, 

When  in  thy  house  of  prayer ; 
But  still  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 

5  0  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break  ; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

HYMN  182.    CM. 

Desires  after  renewed  Holiness. 

f\\l  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
^     A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
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HYMNS. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd ; 

How  sweet  their  memory  still : 
But  now  I  feel  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Keturn,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 

1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  183.   IH.  1. 
Trials. 

jrpiS  my  happiness  below 
-*-     Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all—- 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

No  chastisement  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 
I  should  be  a  cast-away  ? 
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HYMNS. 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

HY3IX  184.    C.  M. 
Habitual  Devotion. 
"TT^HILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
'  '       Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  : 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd.- 
2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd, 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 
8  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  : 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Eesign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soid  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  185. 
Walking  with  God. 

OINCE  I've  known  a  Saviour's  Name, 
^    And  sin's  strong  fetters  broke, 
Careful  without  care  I  am, 
Nor  feel  my  easy  yoke  : 
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HYMNS. 

Joyful  now  my  faith  to  show, 
I  find  his  service  my  reward, 

All  the  work  I  do  below 
Is  light,  for  such  a  Lord. 

2  To  the  desert  or  the  cell, 

Let  others  blindly  fly, 
In  this  evil  world  I  dwell, 

JSTor  fear  its  enmity ; 
Here  I  find  a  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire  ; 
Walking  unconcern'd  in  care, 

And  unconsumedin  fire. 

3  0  that  all  the  world  might  know 

Of  living,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Find  their  heaven  begun  below, 

And  here  thy  goodness  see ; 
Walk  in  all  the  works  prepared 

By  thee  to  exercise  their  grace, 
Till  they  gain  their  full  reward, 

And  see  thee  face  to  face. 

HYMN  186.    L.  M. 
Heaven  seen  by  Faith. 

S,  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  commanding  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still ; 

2  So,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 

By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  The  hope  of  heaven  his  spirit  cheers ; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  sorrows  past ; 
Nor  any  future  conflict  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 
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4  0  Lord,  on  thee  our  hopes  we  stay, 
To  lead  U3  on  to  thine  abode ; 
Assured  thy  love  will  far  o'erpay 
The  hardest  labours  of  the  road. 

HYMN  187.   IV.  4. 

"I would  not  live  aheap."1 

Job  vii.  16. 

WOULD  not  live  alway  :  I  ash  not  to  stay 
-  Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 
I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 
I  would  not  live  alway ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 
Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  Lis  God; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 
Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 


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II.  Braflj. 
Emr>Tik  cm. 

Job  xiv.  1,  2-5,  6. 

EW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe, 

0  man,  of  woman  born : 
Thy  doom  is  written,  "Dust  thou  art, 

To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 
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HYMNB. 

2  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 

In  flowers  that  bloom  and  die ; 
Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 
That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

3  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head  ; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing, 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

4  Great  God,  afflict  not  in  thy  wrath, 

The  short  allotted  span, 
That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

HYMN  189.   C.  M. 
TTABK!  from  the  tombs  a  mournful  sound; 
-*-*-    Mine  ears  attend  the  cry ; 

Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours. 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace 

To  raise  our  souls  to  thee, 
That  we  may  view  thy  glorious  face 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  190.   S.  M. 

Job  xiv.  11-14. 

rpHE  mighty  flood  that  rolls 
•*■     Its  torrents  to  the  main, 
Can  ne'er  recall  its  waters  lost 
From  that  abyss  again : 
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H5TMXS. 

2  So  days,  and  years,  and  time, 

Descending  down  to  night, 
Can  thenceforth  never  more  return 
Back  to  the  sphere  of  light : 

3  And  man,  when  in  the  grave, 

Can  never  quit  its  gloom, 
Until  th'  eternal  morn  shall  wake 
The  slumber  of  the  tomb. 

4  0  may  I  find  in  death 

A  hiding-place  with  God, 
Secure  from  woe  and  sin ;  till  call'd 
To  share  his  blest  abode. 

5  Cheer'd  by  this  hope,  I  wait, 

Through  toil,  and  care,  and  grief, 
Till  my  appointed  course  is  run, 
And  death  shall  bring  relief. 

HYMN  191. 

TTITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
*     Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ; 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O,  the  pam,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark,  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away ! 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite; 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

8  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears : 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ;  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring : 
Lend,  lend  your  wings ;  I  mount,  I  fly  : 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory, 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
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12.  lubgmnrf. 

HYiOr  192,    C.  M. 

WHEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 

1  see  my 'Maker,  face  to  face; 

O,  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; 

3  "When  thou,  0  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
0,  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind, 

"Who  does  her  sins  lament, 
That  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  blood 
Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

5  Then  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

HYMN  193.    S.  M. 
A  OT)  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
-^*-    And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  ; 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
Spread  black  despair  around  ? 

3  Depart  from  me,  accursed, 

To  everlasting  flame, 
For  rebel  angels  first  prepared, 
Where  mercy  never  came. 
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HYMXS. 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonish'd  shrink  away  ? 

5  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark  !  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread. 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 

HTMNm  n.  7. 

a  RE  AT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 
The  end  of  things  created : 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated. 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before ; 
Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  hirn. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding: 
!No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  his  wrath  prevailing ; 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 
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HYMNS. 

And  sighs  are  unavailing. 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created : 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated : 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 

HYMN  195.   III.  1. 

St.  Luke  xiii.  24-27. 

GEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 

^  Enter  ere  it  be  too  late; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies  : 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim  ; 

"  Lord,  we  have  profess'd  thy  Name ; 
We  have  ate  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word." 

4  Vain,  alas,  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity ; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot; 

Christ  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 


Mf.  (Staratg. 
HYMN  196.    S.M. 
r\    WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 
"j  Best  for  the  weary  soul  : 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 
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HYMNS. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
]STor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
0,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
For  evermore  undone. 

HYMN  197.    CM. 


TTOW  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 
-*-*-  Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys, 
And  strangers  to  the  skies. 

2  These  transient  scenes  will  soon  decay, 

They  fade  upon  the  sight  ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brightest  day 
Be  lost  in  endless  night. 

3  Their  brightest  day,  alas,  how  vain, 

With  conscious  sighs  we  own  ; 
While  clouds  of  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 
O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 

4  0,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades ! 
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HYMNS. 

5  There,  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

6  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  : 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise, 
To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  198-   C.  M. 

COME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  every  care, 
And  discord  there  shall  cease ; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere, 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

8  The  soul  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more ; 
But,  clothed  in  spotless  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There,  on  a  throne  (Iioav  dazzling  bright! ) 

Th'  exalted  Saviour  shines ; 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds* 

5  There,  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 
And  endless  honours  to  his  Name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 
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HYMNS. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 
Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till,  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  th'  angelic  choir. 

HYMH  199.    C.  AT. 

rpUERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

-*•    "Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 

Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There,  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-fading  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Bright  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start,  and  shrink 

To  cross  the  narrow  sea : 
And  linger,  trembling  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  faith's  illumined  eyes ; 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

HYMN  200.   C.  IT. 

SHOULD  nature's  charms,  to  please  the  eye, 
In  sweet  assemblage  join, 
All  nature's  charms  would  droop  and  die, 
Jesus,  compared  with  thine. 
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HYMNS. 

2  Yain  were  her  fairest  beams  lisplay'd, 

And  vain  her  blooming  store ; 
Her  brightness  languishes  to  shade, 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

3  But,  ah,  how  far  from  mortal  sight 

The  Lord  of  glory  dwells : 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

4  Oh,  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 

On  strong  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King ! 

5  There,  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  there,  divine  employ, 
The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

6  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place ; 
"Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 

HYMN  201.   HI.  1. 

Revelation  vii.  9,  Ac. 

T/TTHO  are  these  in  bright  array? 
'  *  This  innumerable  throng, 
Bound  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song  ? 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain ; 
New  dominion  every  hour. 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 
These  from  great  affliction  came; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  eternal  Name: 
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HYMNS. 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 

Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears ; 
And,  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 


1-i,    Pigcdlmtemta. 
HYMN  202.    C.  If. 

Genesis  xxviii.  20,  21. 

f\ OD  of  our  fathers,  by  whose  hand 
"   Thy  people  still  are  blest, 

Be  with  us  through  our  pilgrimage ; 
Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 

2  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

3  0  spread  thy  sheltering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

4  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore ; 
And  thou,  the  Lord,  shalt  be  our  God, 
And  portion  evermore. 
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HYMNS. 

HYMN  203.    ni.  3. 

1  Chronicles  xxbe.  10-13. 

TDLESS'D  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel, 
-*-*    Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord ; 
Bless'd  thy  Majesty  for  ever, 
Ever  be  thy  Name  adored. 

2  Thine,  O  Lord,  are  power  and  greatness, 

Glory,  victory,  are  thine  own ; 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Eiches  come  of  thee,  and  honour  ; 

Power  and  might  to  thee  belong ; 
Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4  Lord  our  God,  for  these,  thy  bounties, 

Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise ; 
To  thy  Name,  for  ever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise. 


0 


HYMN  204.  C.  M. 

Proverbs  iii.  13-17. 

HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
)  Keligion's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 
For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  eajt  or  west  unfold ; 
More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards 

Than  gems,  or  stores  of  gold. 
Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal,  happy  days  ; 
Her  left,  imperishable  wealth, 

And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 
And,  as  her  holy  labours  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

23  205 


HYMNS. 

HYHN  205.  L.  M. 

Isaiah  xl.  6-8. 

rpilE  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
-*-     And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold  ; 
As  careless  of  the  noon-day  heats, 
And  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  unkindly  blast, 

Parch'd  by  the  sun's  more  fervent  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows ; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  opening  rose. 

4  But,  worn  by  slowly-rolling  years, 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 

With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine ; 
Eevive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  and  death  devour, 

If  heaven  shall  recompense  our  pains ; 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  Word  of  God  remains. 

HT3TNT  206.    C.  IT. 

Isaiah  ad.  21-81. 

"TTTHY  mournest  thou,  my  anxious  soul, 
*  ^  Despairing  of  relief, 
As  if  the  Lord  o'erlook'd  thy  cares, 
Or  pitied  not  thy  grief? 
2  Hast  thou  not  known,  hast  thou  not  heard, 
That  firm  remains  on  high, 
The  everlasting  throne  of  Him 
Who  made  the  earth  and  sky? 
266 


3  Art  thou  afraid  his  power  will  fail 

In  sorrow's  evil  day  ? 
Can  the  Creator's  mighty  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

4  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 

The  Rock  of  Ages  stands ; 
Thou  canst  not  search  his  mind,  nor  trace 
The  working  of  his  hands. 

5  He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

Supports  the  fainting  heart ; 
And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 

6  Mere  human  energy  shall  faint, 

And  youthful  vigour  cease ; 
But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

7  They,  with  unwearied  step,  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine ; 
With  growing  ardour  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

8  On  eagles'  wings  they  mount,  they  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 
Till,  past  the  sphere  of  earth  and  sin, 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 

HYMN  207.    CM. 

Isaiah  lvii.  15. 

rpHUS  speaks  the  High  and  Lofty  One: 
-*-     My  throne  is  fix'd  on  high ; 
There,  through  eternity,  I  hear 
The  praises  of  the  sky : 

2  Yet,  looking  down,  I  visit  oft 

The  humble,  hallow'd  cell ; 
And,  with  the  penitent  who  mourn, 
'Tis  my  delight  to  dwell. 

3  My  presence  heals  the  wounded  heart, 

The  sad  in  spirit  cheers ; 
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HYMNS. 

My  presence,  from  the  bed  of  dust, 

The  contrite  sinner  rears. 
4  I  dwell  with  all  my  humble  saints 

While  they  on  earth  remain  ; 
And  they,  exalted,  dwell  with  me, 

With  me  for  ever  reign. 

HYMN 208.   ILL 

Habakkuk  iii.  17-19. 

A  LTIIOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
-^-  The  budding  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
!STo  oil  the  olive  yield ; 
Yet  will  I  trust  me  in  my  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod, 
And  by  his  grace  be  heaTd. 

2  Though  fields,  in  verdure  once  array'd, 
By  whirlwinds  desolate  be  laid, 

Or  parch'd  by  scorching  beam  ; 
Still  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy  ;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just, 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

3  Though  from  the  fold  the  flock  decay, 
Though  herds  lie  famished  o'er  the  lea, 

And  round  the  empty  stall ; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise, 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies  ; 

There  God  is  all  in  all. 

4  In  God  my  strength,  howe'er  distrest, 
I  yet  will  hope,  and  calmly  rest, 

Nay,  triumph  in  his  love  : 
My  lingering  soul,  my  tardy  feet, 
Free  as  the  bind  he  makes,  and  fleet, 

To  speed  my  course  above. 

HYMN  209.     CM. 

St.  John  xiv.  6. 

THOU  art  the  Way,  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
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HYMNS. 

And  lie  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth,  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life ; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

HYMN  210.    S.-M. 

Philippine  ii.  12,  13. 

TTEIRS  of  unending  life, 
-*--*-     While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
0  let  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts 

With  might  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  peform'd  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will,    * 

'Tis  he  that  works  to  do ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too  ! 

HYMN  211.    HI1. 

Epheaians  v.  14-17. 

GIKN~ER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
^  Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 

Eaise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead, 

Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 
2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 

See  the  bright  and  living  path  : 
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HYMSS. 

Wutchfol  tread  that  path  ;  be  wise, 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time ; 
Life  secure  without  delay. 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still ; 
Call'd  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

HYMN212.    CM. 

Hebrews  xii.  1,  2. 

T  0!  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 
-^     Encompass  us  around  ; 

Men  once  like  as  with  suffering  tried, 
But  now  with  glory  crown'd. 

2  Let  us,  with  zeal  like  theirs  inspired^ 

Strive  in  the  Christian  race ; 
And,  free  from  every  weight  of  sin, 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

3  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 

AVho  trod  affliction's  path, 
Jesus,  the  author,  finisher, 
He  warder  of  our  faith  : 

4  He,  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 

And  moved  by  pitying  love, 
Endured  the  cross,  despised  the  shame, 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  Thither,  forgetting  things  behind, 

Press  we,  to  God's  right  hand  ; 
There,  with  the  Saviour  and  his  saints, 
Triumphantly  to  stand. 
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GLOKIA    PATEI. 


(§Wm  fatri. 


N.  B.    The  metre  marks,  affixed  to  the  Psalms  and  Hymns,  refer 
to  a  division  of  the  Metres,  founded  on  the  nature  of  the  verse,  into 
four  Classes,  marked — I.,  II.,  III.,  IV. 
Class  I.  includes  Common,  Long,  and  Short  metres,  marked  C.  M., 

L.  M.,  S.  M. 
Class  II.  includes  the  other  Iambic  metres,  eight  in  number,  mark- 
ed II.  1,  II.  2,  II.  3,  II.  4,  &c,  which  may  be  named  Two,  one; 

Two,  two  ;  Two,  three,  &c. 
Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaic  metres,  being  five  in  number, 

marked  III.  1,  III.  2,  III.  3,  &c,  which  may  be  named  Three, 

one  ;  Three,  two,  &c. 
Class  IY.  includes  the  metres  consisting  chiefly  of  triplets,  being 

five  in  number,  marked  IV.  1,  IV.  2,  IV.  3,  &c,  and  may  be 

named  Four,  one  ;  Four,  two.  &c. 


CLASS  I 
C.  M. 
rno  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
-*-     The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 
L.  M. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

S.  M. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 
To  all  eternity. 


T 


CLASS  II. 
IT.  1. 
0  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host, 
And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
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GLOEIA   PATEI. 

Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  2. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host, 

And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  3. 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

II.  4. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  ever  bless'd, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  address'd, 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 

II.  5. 
To  God  the  Father,  and  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 

II.  6. 
Eternal  praise  be  given, 

And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 
And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
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GLORIA    PATKI. 

To  God,  supreme  confessed, 
To  Christ,  his  only  Son, 

And  to  the  Spirit  bless' d, 
Eternal  Three  in  One. 

11.7. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless'd, 

Supreme  o'er  earth  and  heaver., 
Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 

Be  highest  glory  given, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 

II.  8. 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit ;  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun ; 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise, 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days. 


CLASS  III. 
III.  1, 

HOLY  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ! 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  evermore  shall  be ! 

III.  2. 
Peaise  the  iSTame  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  bis  praise  shall  last. 


GL0EIA    PATEI. 
III.  3. 

Peaise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven. 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

HI.4. 
To  the  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 

To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  his  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given, 

Everlasting  Three  in  One  : 
As  of  old,  the  Trinity 
Still  is  worshipp'd,  still  shall  be. 

ni.5. 
Geeat  Jehovah  !   we  adore  thee, 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  join'd  in  glory 

On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 
Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


B 


CLASS  1 Y. 
17.1 

Y  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  address'd ; 
To  God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd, 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 
And  ever  shall  be. 

IY.  2. 
All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  bless'd, 
Th'  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 
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GLOEIA   PATEI. 
IY.  3. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son, 

All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  bless'd, 
The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  he  address'd. 
IY.  4. 
O  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  address'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  bless'd, 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and  from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 

IY.  5. 
All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be  given, 
The  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  from  earth  and  from  heaven; 
As  was,  and  is  now,  be  supreme  adoration, 
And  ever  shall  be,  to  the  God  of  salvation. 


T 


For  Hymns  145  and  185. 
0  the  Father,  to  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  ever  bless'd, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  he  address'd. 
Praise  from  all  above,  below, 

As  throughout  the  ages  past, 
Now  is  given,  and  shall  be  so 
While  endless  ages  last. 

When  used  to  Hymn  185,  in  line  byread, 
As  was  throughout  the  ages  past. 


/"10ME,  let  us  adore  Him  ;  come,  bow  at  his  feet ; 

^  O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

*\  WJienever  the  Hymns  are  used  at  the  celebration  of  Divine  Ser- 
vice, a  certain  portion  or  portions  of  the  Psalms  of  David  in 
metre  shall  also  be  swig. 

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TABLE   OF   FIEST   LINES, 

SHOWING   WHERE    TO    FIND    EACH   HYMN    BY    THE    BEGINNING. 

Pagi 


Paqe 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have. . .  249 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man 142 

Alas,   what   hourly    dangers 

rise 170 

All  glorious  God,  what  hymns 

of  praise 143 

Almighty  Father,  bless  the 

word 153 

Almighty  Lord,  before  thy 

throne 184 

Although  the  vine  its  fruit 

deny 263 

And  are  we  now  brought  near 

to  God 193 

And  wilt  thou,  O  eternal  God  197 
And  will  the  Judge  descend.  257 
Another  six  days1  work   is 

done 154 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mer- 
cy-seat   217 

Arise,  my  soul,  with  rapture 

rise 239 

As,    panting    in   the    sultry 

beam 234 

As,  when  the  weary  traveller 

gains 253 

As  o'er  the  past  my  memory 

strays 165 

As    the    sweet   flower   that 

scents  the  morn 214 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the 

sun 238 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  ev- 
ery nerve ...  249 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake 152 

Before  Jehovah's  awful 
throne 231 

Begin,  my  soul,  th1  exalted 
lay 135 

Be  jovful  in  God,  all  ve  lands 
'  of  the  earth 231 

Be  still,  my  heart,  these  anx- 
ious cares 233 

Bless'd  be  thou,  the  God  of 
Israel 265 


Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft- 
ening heart 206 

Blest  is  the  tie  tnat  binds 150 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  man- 
kind  173 

Children    of    the    heavenly 

King 225 

Christ  from  the  dead  is  raised, 

and  made 173 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day  177 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator, 

come 180 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly 

Dove 181 

Come  let  our  voices  join 202 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each 

languid  heart 261 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord.  227 

Deluded  souls,  that  dream  of 
heaven 223 

Disowned  of  heaven,  by  man 
oppress' d 201 

Dread  Jehovah,  God  of  na- 
tions   184 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy.  137 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  evi- 
dence   222 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain 
world,  begone 156 

Father  of  mercies!  in  thy 
word 133 

Father  of  all,  whose  love  pro- 
found   182 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine 

ear 196 

Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift  147 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly 
bliss 232 

Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of 
woe 254 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of 
love  . ._. 187 


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rage 

From  all  that  dwell  below 
the  skies 198 

From  Greenland's  icy  moun- 
tains   , . . .  200 

From  whence  these  direful 
omens  round 175 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this 
night 241 

Glory  "to  the  Father  give 204 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious 
way 141 

God  of  the  seas,  thine  awful 
voice 208 

God  of  our  Fathers,  by  whose 
hand 264 

Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my 
name 194 

"Go,  preach  my  Gospel," 
saith  the  Lord 195 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  148 

Great  first  of  beings !  mighty 
Lord 133 

Great  God,  this  sacred  day  of 
thine 155 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  even- 
ing song " 242 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and 
hear 258 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and 
with  praise 132 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Je- 
hovah    247 

Hail !  thou  long-expected  Je- 
sus    159 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed.  167 
Hark !    from    the    tombs    a 

mournful  sound 255 

Hark!    the   glad  sound,  the 

Saviour  comes  158 

Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing  161 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise. . .  215 
Hear,  gracious  God,  my  hum- 
ble moan 233 

Hear  what  the   voice  from 

heaven  declares 212 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners 

dies 179 

He's  come,  let  every  knee  be 

bent 181 

Heirs  of  unending  life 269 

High  on  the  bending  willows 
hung 176 


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How  beauteous  are  their  feet  16G 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye 
saints  of  the  Lord 224 

How  long  shall  earth's  allur- 
ing toys 260 

How  helpless  guilty  nature 
lies 146 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched 
heart 171 

How  short  the  race  our  friend 
has  run 213 

How  wondrous  and  great. ..  202 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord . . .  149 

In  loud  exalted  strains 155 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer  244 
I  would  not  live  al  way ;  I  ask 
not  to  stay 254 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be.. .  245 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope  246 
Jesus,  Saviour  of  my  soul . . .  224 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the 

sun 197 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not 
*  grow 226 

Let  heaven  arise,  let  earth 

appear 134 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world 

pursue 245 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 148 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy 
blessing 158 

Lord,  for  the  just  thou  dost 
provide  . '. 208 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to 
see  205 

Lord,  my  God,  I  long  to  know  228 

Lord  of" life,  all  praise  excel- 
ling   206 

Lord,  unafflicted,  undismayed  236 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd 
praise  thee 228 

Lo !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses  270 

Mercy,  descending  from 
above 205 

My  God,  and  is  thy  table 
spread 192 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  170 

My  God,  since  thou  hast 
raised  me  up    21a 

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My  grateful  soul,  for  ever 
praise 145 

My  opening  eyes  with  rap- 
ture see 157 

My  Saviour  hanging  on  the 
tree 174 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  150 
Now  froro  the  altar  of  our 

hearts 243 

£Tow  may  the  God  of  grace 

and  power 155 

Now  the  shades  of  nisrht  are 

gone 241 

O'er  mountain  -  tops  the 
mount  of  God 163 

O  happy  day,  that  stays  my 
choice 190 

O,  happy  is  the  man  who 
hears 265 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  250 

O  holy.  holy,  holy  Lord 1S2 

O,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when 
youth 101 

O  let  triumphant  faith  dispel  223 

On  Sion,  and  on  Lebanon  . 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God ...  19S 

Oh,  that  my  load  of  sin  Ave  re 
gone 220 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sin- 
ners cry 219 

O  thou,  to  whose  all-search- 
ing sight 172 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the 
dead 179 

O,  where  shall  rest  be  found.  259 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose 
plaintive  moan 216 

Praise  to  God,  immortal 
praise 1S5 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere 
desire 21 5 

Pich  are  the  jovs  which  can- 
not die * 20C 

Pise,  crown'd  with  light,  im- 
perial Salem,  rise 167 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy 
wings...' *.  225 

Bise,  O  my  soul,  the  hours 
review 221 

ttock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  . .  221 


Fin* 
Salvation  doth  to  God  bebng  187 
Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound  143 
Saviour,     source     of     every 

blessing 145 

Saviour,  when  in  dust,  to  thee  16S 
Saviour,  svhen  night  involves 

the  skies . . .  T 235 

Saviour,  who  thy  flock   art 

feeding * 155 

Sec.  in  the  vineyard  of  the 

Lord * 164 

Seek,  my  soul,   the  narrow 

gate" ' 259 

Should    nature's  charms,   to 

please  the  eye 262 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exult- 

ingly  sing 162 

Since  Christ  our  Passover  is 

slain 177 

Sim-e  I've  known  a  Saviour's 

name 252 

Sin^.  mv  soul.  His  wondrous 

4ove 147 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy 

sleep ".  26? 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ve  die  214 
Softly  now  the  light  of 'day. .  244 
Soldiers  of  Christ  arise ..."...  159 
Son2:s   of   praise   the   angels 

sang 232 

Sov'reign  Ruler  of  the  skies.  140 
Stav.   thou    insulted    Spirit, 

stay 220 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 243 

The  gentle  Saviour  calls 15^ 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise.  229 
The  God  of  life,  whose  con- 
stant care 154 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall 

prepare 13* 

The  Lord  will  happiness  di- 
vine    250 

The  mighty  flood  that  rolls . .  255 
The  morning  flowers  display 

their  sweets ►.,..  260 

The  race  that  long  in  dark- 
ness pined 163 

The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven 

he  rose 195 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  262 
The   spacious  firmament  on 

hum 137 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts    ...  21$ 


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This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath 
made 153 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee 

alone 268 

Though  I  should  seek  to  wash 

me  clean 142 

Thou,  God,  all  glory,  honour, 

power 192 

Thus  speaks  the   High  and 

Lofty  One 267 

Time  hastens  on  ;  ye  longing 

saints , 163 

Tis  finish' d ;  so  the  Saviour 

cried 175 

'Tis  my  happiness  below. . . .  251 
To  Jesus, our  exalted  Lord..  194 
To  our  Redeemer's  glorious 

name 144 

To  thee  let  my  first  offerings 

rise 240 

To  thy  temple  I  repair 157 

Triumphant  Sion !    lift   thy 

head 152 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  256 

We  give  immortal  praise 183 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest.  154 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my 

God 139 

When  dangers,  woes,  or  death 

are  nigh 209 

When      gathering       clouds 

around  I  view 235 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions 

rise 248 

When   I  can  read  my  title 

clear 226 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous 

cross 173 

25  289 


Paft 

When  Jesus  left  his  heavenly- 
throne  204 

When,  Lord,  to  this  our  west- 
ern land k 199 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of 
death 257 

When,  streaming  from  the 
eastern  skies 236 

When  those  we  love  are 
snatch'd  away 213 

When  thro1  the  torn  sail  the 
wild  tempest  is  stream- 
ing    208 

When  we  are  raised  from 
deep  distress 218 

While  angels  thus,  O  Lord, 
rejoice 160 

While  shepherds  watclfd 
their  flocks  by  night 160 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting 
Power 252 

With  ioy  shall  I  behold  the 
day 154 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels ; 
now 190 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array  263 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from 
Edom 172 

Why  mournest  thou,  my 
anxious  soul 266 

Ye  faithful  souls  who  Jesus 

know 178 

Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial 

plains 136 

Ye   humble  souls,  approach 

your  God 21fi 

Youth,  when  devoted  to  the 

Lord 191 


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K)   FIND   HYMNS  SUITED  FOE   PAETICULAE  SUBJECTS  AND   OCCASlOIWk 


Pace 

I.  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES 132 

II.  CREATION 133 

III.  PROVIDENCE 137 

IV.  REDEMPTION 142 

V.  THE  CHURCH 148 

VL  FESTIVALS  AND  FASTS 152 

The  Lord's  Day 152 

Advent 158 

Christmas 160 

End  of  the  Year 163 

New  Year 164 

Epiphany 166 

Lent 160 

Passion  Week  and  Good  Friday 172 

Easter 177 

Ascension 179 

Whit-Sunday 180 

TriDity  Sunday 182 

Fast-day 184 

Thanksgiving-day 185 

VII.  ORDINANCES  "AND  SPECIAL   OCCASION3 183 

Baptism  of  Infants 188 

Baptism  of  Adults ....  189 

Confirmation 190 

The  Lords  Supper 192 

Ordination,  or  Institution  of  Ministers 194 

Consecration  of  a  Church 197 

Missions 197 

Sunday  and  Charity  Schools 202 

Charitable  Occasions 206 

To  bo  used  at  Sea 203 

For  the  Sick. 209 

Funerals 212 

VHX  INVITATION  AND  WARNING 214 

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HYMNS   FOR   PARTICULAR   SUBJECTS    AND   OCCASIONS. 

IX.  CHRISTIAN  DUTIES  AND  AFFECTIONS 217 

Prayer 217 

Repentance 219 

Faith 221 

Hope 225 

Joy 226 

Love 223 

Praise 229 

Contentment 232 

In  Affliction 233 

Daily  Devotion 236 

X.  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE 245 

XL  DEATH 254 

XII.  JUDGMENT 257 

XIII.  ETERNITY 259 

XIV.  MISCELLANEOUS , £$4 

291 


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